DJ JD (Jeff Platt) - Mask lyrics

Yes, DJ J.D on the beat. Los This is strictly for erm University City St.Louis, some grimy sh** right here For all my boys grinding So what I need everybody to do is, go to Target, go to Wal-Mart, the Thrift Store, sh** even make your own. Just go and get your ski mask. That's a ski mask, your ski mask. Ready to hit a lick Chorus: Yeah they call me Los, sh** I'm all about my chips I put my mask on; I'm ready to hit a lick Dirty put your mask on, I'm ready to hit a lick Yeah I put my mask on; I'm ready to hit a lick Yeah they call me Los, and I'm all about my bricks Yeah I put my mask on; I'm ready to hit a lick Dirty put your mask on, I'm ready to hit a lick Yeah I put my mask on, sh** I'm about to hit a lick This that black gloves, black gun, D-boy cla**ic That lace up your boots and then put on your mask sh** We shoot motherf**ers in the feet just for practice Bomb in your bed, now that's a Blow-up Mattress Run up in your house, shotty through your mum's abs b**h Wedding ring off her finger, stab her with a cactus That October 31st, Halloween mad sh** That U-City St.Louis North Memphis Project cat sh** Yeah this that trap sh** And I'm on my rap sh** Now wrap, you get gift wrapped in sarane plastic His body on the stretcher call that little b**h elastic His funeral, donate money for a Gucci casket Got my whole family with me An everybody goin shoot, my fat uncles at your door holding choppers wearing suits Yeah my cash long, straps long, shack long, that long, everybody do the zorro and put your mask on Chorus: Yeah they call me Los, sh** I'm all about my chips I put my mask on; I'm ready to hit a lick Dirty put your mask on, I'm ready to hit a lick Yeah I put my mask on; I'm ready to hit a lick Yeah they call me Los, and I'm all about my bricks Yeah I put my mask on; I'm ready to hit a lick Dirty put your mask on, I'm ready to hit a lick Yeah I put my mask on, sh** I'm about to hit a lick I put my mask on, yeah right through my headphones f** with my family, dirty you get your head blown In your house , hit the switch, grip the clip, flip a brick Call me lollipop boy, cause sometimes I hit a lick I swear it's nothing personal dog, it's just business Slide down your chimney, take your sons presents on Christmas And you can just say that I'm gifted Get gift-wrapped for "place a piece of sh** with the wish list" I'm the all white, weed blowin' motherf**in' Grinch Tell a joke when I rob you, especially when you flinch Have the mob set your house on fire, get lynched Go rob a bank then do a song with effin' Vince I pray when I rob you, so no I'm not a sinner Walk in with gravy, shoot up your Thanksgiving Dinner Yeah my cash long, straps long, shack long, that long Everybody do the Zorro and put your mask on Chorus: Yeah they call me Los, sh** I'm all about my chips I put my mask on; I'm ready to hit a lick Dirty put your mask on, I'm ready to hit a lick Yeah I put my mask on; I'm ready to hit a lick Yeah they call me Los, I'm all about my bricks Yeah I put my mask on; I'm ready to hit a lick Dirty put your mask on, I'm ready to hit a lick Yeah I put my mask on, sh** I'm about to hit a lick