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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
$lick $loth
Vocals
Three 6 Mafia
Sampled Artist
Trippy tha Kid
Vocals
Yung Mutt
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
Aristos Petrou
Lyrics
Kyle Destefano
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Producer
Lyrics
This a $crim beat
Here comes the pain!
DJ $crim with that 808
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop, pop, 'till you drop, bre-break, break
Bre-Bre-Break ($ui) out the (Cide) mask and the Glock (Boy$) and get rid of you
Pop, pop, ($lick $loth) 'till you drop, body full of bullet holes Uh
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you (Rrra)
Pop, pop, 'till you drop, bre-break, break
Bre-Bre-Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop, pop, 'till you drop, body full of bullet holes
Ain't got no job, so I steal and rob
Mask and the Glock, keep it hot
This that ghetto god, popping shots
Bumbaclot fresh up out of jail
Got that devil in me with that semi loaded, have your pockets empty
This a stick up, stick up
This a stick up, motherfucker
Load my clip up, click up
Point it to his dick, sucker
Bust the first one, go dumb
Toe-tag a motherfucker
Catch him slipping, no description when that ski up on my face
Now he victim of my mission to get that money out the safe
For that paper, I don't play
Call Uzi to make this play and tell him–
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop pop 'till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop pop 'till you drop, body full of bullet holes (Yung Mutt)
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you ($uicideboy$)
Pop pop 'till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break ($uicide 5-9)
Break out the mask (Suckas they say) and the Glock and get rid of you (Suckas they say)
Pop pop 'till (Suckas they say) you drop,(Suckas they say) body (Suckas they say) full of bullet holes
Suckas say they hanging ten, so I leave them hanging out to dry, bitch
I'm the great white of the Grey Five Nine
Hibernating from nine to five
Then it's back to buzzing with my cousin in the hive
We been some busy bees, not after honeys just them dollar signs
Still finding time to smoke, call me Papa Pine
Spot a spine
Chop and grind
Spark a shine
Top of the line, I'm mopping slime
Yeah, that's right I'm clean as fuck
Fuck your team you punk
Had your hoe's pussy for lunch
Fuck dinner, I'mma kill her
Dump her body in the river
Shivering shoulder like a blizzard in Boulder
Colder than a dead body
Ahhhhh
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop pop 'till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop pop 'till you drop, body full of bullet holes
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop pop 'till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop pop 'till you drop, body full of bullet holes
Trippy tha Kid!
Uh
Why? Why? Why?
Why do I do this to myself?
And why I am fucking with my health?
I really don't know
But you really don't know me
Or what I got under my belt?
I'm champion, I'm ready to rumble
Pass it around like weed in a huddle
Crazy, wild, get buck like uncle
Fuck what you want, I love what I got
Don't fuck with the kid, I'm dope with the bundle
Banging like thunder, above and beyond
While you standing under my feet in umbrellas, I'm making it rain
This acid I spit, I kill it for days
I rap because I love it, you do it for plays
Yea, I love views but I rather be great
Than just be okay and get bitches for days
While you fucking that skank, I make love to my wave
I become my music, I do not abuse it, this isn't a phase
Bitch!
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop pop 'till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop pop 'till you drop, body full of bullet holes
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop pop 'till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop pop 'till you drop, body full of bullet holes
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux
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