CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Goyard (Black Mask)
I pull up with a black mask
I got some shooters that poke up and hit it, they go for a big bag
He tryna talk like he with, but he showin' different, then turn to a toe tag
He can get life in the past, if he talk out he ass, he get turned to a dope bag
I got some shooters that blast, if they see where he at
You say "Who made the beat?", don't be a fool, uh
You know I keep it cool
I could be trippin', depend on my mood
I got designers, just look at the shoes
They say they with it but won't make a move
They know that sh*t come [?] the news
Like a mechanic I be with the tool
But I got some hitters and I let 'em loose
I spent a hunnid fifty on the other wrist 'cause I feel like I ain't spent enough
I just be coolin', chillin' in my lane, all them n***as really tryna play it tough
I know I'm really early in the game, but I seen a lot and I done had enough
I got some mixed emotions deep inside and I spend my time tryna gear it up, oh
I pull up with a black mask
I got some shooters that poke up and hit it, they go for a big bag
He tryna talk like he with, but he showin' different, then turn to a toe tag
He can get life in the past, if he talk out he ass, he get turned to a dope bag
I got some shooters that blast, if they see where he at (Brr, brr, brr)
I pull up with a black mask
I got some shooters that poke up and hit it, they go for a big bag
He tryna talk like he with, but he showin' different, then turn to a toe tag
He can get life in the past, if he talk out he ass, he get turned to a dope bag
I got some shooters that blast, if they see where he at
You say "Who made the beat?", don't be a fool, uh
I got some shooters that poke up and hit it, they go for a big bag
He tryna talk like he with, but he showin' different, then turn to a toe tag
He can get life in the past, if he talk out he ass, he get turned to a dope bag
I got some shooters that blast, if they see where he at
You say "Who made the beat?", don't be a fool, uh
You know I keep it cool
I could be trippin', depend on my mood
I got designers, just look at the shoes
They say they with it but won't make a move
They know that sh*t come [?] the news
Like a mechanic I be with the tool
But I got some hitters and I let 'em loose
I spent a hunnid fifty on the other wrist 'cause I feel like I ain't spent enough
I just be coolin', chillin' in my lane, all them n***as really tryna play it tough
I know I'm really early in the game, but I seen a lot and I done had enough
I got some mixed emotions deep inside and I spend my time tryna gear it up, oh
I pull up with a black mask
I got some shooters that poke up and hit it, they go for a big bag
He tryna talk like he with, but he showin' different, then turn to a toe tag
He can get life in the past, if he talk out he ass, he get turned to a dope bag
I got some shooters that blast, if they see where he at (Brr, brr, brr)
I pull up with a black mask
I got some shooters that poke up and hit it, they go for a big bag
He tryna talk like he with, but he showin' different, then turn to a toe tag
He can get life in the past, if he talk out he ass, he get turned to a dope bag
I got some shooters that blast, if they see where he at
You say "Who made the beat?", don't be a fool, uh
