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mask on - yung xela lyrics

imma stay down in the trap till the bag gone
started with a l!ck, had to put me a mask on
say he wanted lows so i’m getting the trash gone
yeah, it got a nose ’cause i hit it with bag sauce
gotta test the molly, n*ggas f*ckin’ with bath salts
put it on the road and we getting the packs off
i remember n*ggas went to school with me
i’mma bring my tool with me, turn into a rich shoota
ain’t no q da fool in me
had a good trip, spent it all on jewelry
got a good shawty, been through sh*t i cannot speak
time gets hard, run it up
i just need a week, flying sh*t far
in a place i cannot speak
and i said i sell antiques
i was trappin’ outside
n*gga said he sell freaks, shorty down bad
when she tell me she sell feet
i knew it won’t last, you ain’t had to tell me
i seen you move flawed, you ain’t had to fail me
you know where i’m at, you ain’t got to trail me
i know what i’mma buy, you ain’t got to sell me
i want real rack$, all these packs got the block smelly
i’m still cooking with no mask on
i ain’t leavin’ till the packs gone
in the trap is where i’m at home
in the back we getting active so
i can’t fold, got tunnel vision
i touch down 100 with me
hit up town, got hunters with me
real road runners better come and get it
i ain’t got no time to remix, add a little water, sh*t
look like grits, walk in the store, i’m finna spend that sh*t
tell me what’s your order, i’mma send that sh*t
tryna run off, jack, smokin’ real za, i ain’t blend that sh*t
in a hot car, they gon’ spin that sh*t
bro a rockstar, ain’t no fentanyl sh*t
keep a narcan ’cause your work got hit
d*mn, it’s a cold game, n*gga already lost
ain’t make no name, you just off cocaine
told her take them b*tches off, i ain’t doing no playing
i’mma go till i’m exhausted
so i ain’t doing no staying still
gotta keep a glock ’cause it might be a stain
i’mma get these b*tches off
i’mma stay down in the trap till the bag gone
i just filled up, but i knew it won’t last long
started with a l!ck, gotta put me a mask on
said he wanted lows so i’m getting the trash gone, yeah
i got a test, it got a nose ’cause i hit it with bag sauce
n*ggas f*cking with bath salts
put it on the road, then we getting the packs off
once i got a bag, i was trapping my ass off
got no trust, ain’t no q da fool in me
had a good trip, spent it all on jewelry
gotta get shawty, been through sh*t
but i cannot speak
times get hard, run it up
i cannot speak
put it in a bag and i said i sell and teach
i might drop the ticket, good za and i got it cheap
once the work done, just burn the receipt
i always treat my lungs, i be burning peace (p’s)
gotta switch it up, can’t burn the receiver
sh*t be f*cking up ’cause n*ggas follow the leader
n*ggas said they down but they be judas or peter
’cause i know she a eater
i’mma go out of town for all this turn around
ain’t nothing to get gone, so i found a plug
ain’t nothing to get on, ten iphones and a couple flip phones
got a few flavors, got a bunch of scents on
buffalo frames, i ain’t trying to time and i can’t win some
i ain’t trying to die, but i came to end some
i’ve been trying to buy, i ain’t trying to rent none
just keep it a hundred, if you trying to ride
you be lit by the summer
fatal farmz exoticz, got me fried off a blunt
greenlabel og got me stuck
i was driving, pulled over, i was slump
i’mma stay down till it’s over like a stump
you won’t around in the cold, now it’s up
i ain’t never be sober, i be getting f*cked up
i’mma keep going, i ain’t never giving up
fatal, dunk life, you know the f*ck going on
fatal farmz exoticz
i just filled up, but i knew it wouldn’t last long
had no trust, put in the bag
what you talking? zelle me
we can’t miss a shipment, this logistics running up the digits
i met the birdman, i ain’t talking ’bout stunna with me
stash spot gonna fit, it need a better ticket
talking lend that sh*t, feeling like a boss

- yung xela lyrics

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