Pressa - Black Mask lyrics

[Intro] I'm broke Gotta get it fast My stomach's hurtin' Can't even laugh My n***as said you wanna get money Wanna get it fast Only way I know That black mask That black mask That black mask [Verse 1: Big Billz] Got me scoopin' all kinda cash Got me poppin' all kinda tags Gun in my hand with that black mask Everybody on the ground Just give it up and don't make me ask Heard one shot out the pound And all these people start movin' fast They throwin' sh** and they slidin' sh** 3Ls be a violent clique SOS they wanna slide with it 'Cuz in gun-clappin, we gotta scholarship RIP to Wa**i Black dreads and gold tips (gold tips, gold tips) Get it in the club Take apart that four-fifth I served a line That fiend broke his nose-bridge And when I went broke I started kickin' in doors kid (lil' n***a) You'on know how the roads is You'on know they cut the lights off When there's no food in that cold fridge Had to grind Why you think all my O's big And the cops couldn't break me n***as softer than porridge [Hook: Big Billz] I'm broke How we gon get it fast My stomach's hurtin' Can't even laugh My n***as said you wanna get money Wanna get it fast Only way I know That black mask (x11) [Verse 2: GD] That black mask (x4) Masked up like Jim Carrey You already know Felt like Lerry Wa**i in the cut That site scary I love the streets I might marry 13 with that pipe carry 13 in that four o Got four poles in that four-door Masked up Kick your door Fifth kick Taekwando H Brown like Milo I circle 'round all night hoe Black mask and white gold Black max, what I load That gas, what I smoke Dead opps got my eyes low These dead opps got my eyes low [Hook] [Verse 3: Pressa] Black hearts and black gas (lah) Black gloves and black mask (stain gang x3) White coats and white pants k** 10 mans and bring bro back One dubz got they head ga**ed One shot till his head caps Headshot that's a closed cask' Slide on me, imma shoot back First [?], no Kodak Snow whites and snowmans Might order brick, and I clone that [?], tell him my bad My shooters, they go dub sav' Plus our boys go cray cray That boy gon' need God Now the ambulance for a first take Can't patch him up Can't stitch him up So risen, on the third date From the [?], on roads Dead witnesses on the court date (Lah!) And we ain't damn playin' Cuz this ain't arcade [Hook]