JXL - Mask Off (Freestyle) lyrics

Percocets, Molly, Percocets Percocets, Molly, Percocets Percocets, Molly, Percocets Percocets, Molly, Percocets I love f**ing hoes who would f** me over if I f** up and start catching feelings Catch a bullet if you push ya luck around me, my boys got Luger lyrics All the noise we makes too apparent Every thot in here be tryna pull us Tryna bring a hoe to meet the parents I done been and done that, now I'm savage Molly, molly, molly, f** Hov I don't walk around in Tom Ford Spoil a b**h with my student loan, now my phone hit up by these boujee hoes Who woulda known, sideways every Friday when I roll with my n***as I tell the trick of the day that she gotta roll cause I can't feel my fingers I only roll with the realest, we don't sleep like Nas don't I know b**hes who in law school, I know n***as breaking laws too Opposite sides of the spectrum, ghosting up 24/7 Giving you Ed like you special, put that on my n***a Kevin Percocets, Molly, Percocets How you gone say you the one, you just be fronting my n***a, never repped the set p**y n***a talking sh**, I'm coming through with your b**h Clear to me you is a b**h, I say free my n***a X I say I'm that n***a yes, I give a f** if you hatin' Dawg, I barely wanna live, but my life be looking like I be with Satan I'm in line, keep waiting, you can wait on me like tables, sh** won't be changing Only thing that's turning up is my clique, bringing the bangers Percocets, Molly, Percocets Percocets, Molly, Percocets Purp and sh**, drowning in this sh** I just started I don't even got a cheque Like I said, you ain't never repped a set So why you fronting about that sh**? Too many vices are on me, I need advice from my homies I feel like Vice might be on me, hopefully that's paranoia n***a used to be a Hoya, now making music in college Guess I got too many problems, focused on making a profit Skinny n***a yeah I'm talking, you never heard of a better flow Never ever see me striking out, always on top of the pedestal Always on drops of the medicine, I'm tryna stop cause my Mama though Feeling like Future without the ropes, talk to ya hoe And she wanna know, how the G'st n***a roll, but baby I don't do talk Give her some coke, keep her coming back for more She love the parties we throw, cleaner than soap All these n***as tryna grip, always talking all that sh**, like it's legit Guess they jealous of the strip, making blood spill like a crip Uh so they call me that sleepy a**a**in, i done never hit a perc though Homie, we never be crashing, half of my n***as on the purp though We f**ing b**hes you wish for, they gonna ride cause my clique dope While you stuck on the sh** talk, that's why I got on a smirk though