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Mask On
Hip-Hop/Rap
Mask On was released on October 7, 2022 by SeVen Hearts Records as a part of the album Hidden Gem
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Release DateOctober 7, 2022
LabelSeVen Hearts Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darius Schultz
Darius Schultz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kay-9
Kay-9
Producer

Lyrics

Mask On
Give a fuck what a fuck **** be on
I can have block sending shots where his head at
Told the **** duck, now they looking where his head at
Never gave a fuck bout a fuck **** stay mad
Big pocket watching boy you can get hit up by them automatics
My big homie shooting like Dirk we the mavericks
I'll send that boy up with his tree, Family
Clouded my blade like I play final fantasy
Seven chrome hearts on my body
No it ain't cheap like a Gatti
Young rich **** know a young **** got it
Love to run it up bitch I love to make profit
Coulda killed me with the glock but he dropped it
Running, running, running, running
**** try to run away but my **** caught emm
Two Fah to the membrane **** who shot emm
Running, running, running, running
Better call houston cuz you know we got a problem
Suicidal **** wanna die so I solved the problem
Stop it, fuck them up
Talking to crazy that boa better shut up
No no no don't even talk to me shut up
Big body hummer tote big body choppas
That NLE gonna have you call for a doctor
I keep the pace up no I cannot falter
I mix the white like my name really what
I mix the white like my name really Walter
Ayee these **** not meant for the roster
Ayee the glock make them drop call a doctor
Ayee count me a milli like Carter
Ayee boot at his chest like it's Sparta
Huh Two times Two times
Feeling like Dexter, I fuck his hoe Two times
Drac at his door boa ain't know i'm a Soulja
Finally rich like a **** was sosa
Sosa, Sosa, hold up hold up hold up
Mask on give a fuck what a fuck **** be on
I can have block sending shots where his head at
Told the **** duck now they looking where his head at
Never gave a fuck bout a fuck **** stay mad
Big pocket watching boy you can get hit up by them automatics
My big homie shooting like Dirk we the mavericks
I'll send that boy up with his tree, Family
Clouded my blade like I play final fantasy
Seven chrome hearts on my body
No it ain't cheap like a Gatti
Young rich **** know a young **** got it
Love to run it up, bitch I love to make profit
Coulda killed me with the glock but he dropped it
Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin
**** try to run away but my **** caught emm
Two Fah to the membrane **** who shot emm
Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin
Better call houston cuz you know we got a problem
Suicidal **** wanna die, so I solved the problem
Written by: Darius Schultz
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