YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Mask On

[Intro] (G-Godamn BJ with another one) I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw [Pre-Chorus] Hol' on, young nigga he super shiesty, already got his mask on Hol' on, I pull my mask down, I get your soul gone When it's time now to some years later, them gang babies ain't comin' home We tryna murder some', and I knock another down [Chorus] Don't fuck 'round get your head bust, nigga Get your bread up, nigga We zip the biggest niggas, do plenty killings and tote them big pistols These niggas gon' lay it down when we spray it 'round When we catch him, we send him Spray that TEC out the window, we leave that ho in the middle He a opp boy, yeah be that Hollows they gon' want some We dirt him, believe that, Top say, "Y'all go off him" He stay real right, don't come right This life it's gon' cost him I'm smokin' Doja, life passing over the Nola like fuck all of 'em [Verse] Tell me shit, they don't mean it Step on one, don't leave not one Like who seen it? We gon' burn 'em all so track down one We skippin' town, them taxes come That 'cat take off, we stamped 'em some He need another dirty burner That Drac', it need a drum up under He need another to fifty stick Okay and what else? Hall of fame, for real, highlight with the steel (Yeah) Put that boy on a shelf Bro roll all night off them pills, yeah 'Til ain't none left Gone off that drank 'til I go deaf Smokin' on dank, potent like it's meth [Pre-Chorus] Hol' on, young nigga he super shiesty, already got his mask on Hol' on, I pull my mask down, I get your soul gone When it's time now to some years later, them gang babies ain't comin' home We tryna murder some', and I knock another down [Chorus] Don't fuck 'round get your head bust, nigga Get your bread up, nigga We zip the biggest niggas, do plenty killings and tote them big pistols These niggas gon' lay it down when we spray it 'round When we catch him, we send him Spray that TEC out the window, we leave that ho in the middle He a opp boy, yeah be that Hollows they gon' want some We dirt him, believe that, Top say, "Y'all go off him" He stay real right, don't come right This life it's gon' cost him I'm smokin' Doja, life passing over the Nola like fuck all of 'em