Masquerade - 550, Kc Da Beatmonster

Back door the burglar bars

Hop out of foreign cars

We got to mask 'em

Yeah bro we tax 'em

Hop out them vans on 'em

Guns, no hands on 'em

I’m fly, don’t land on me

Fronted some packs and they ranned on me

Masquerade, dodge the raids

I had them bails rolled

I can hear sirens, the 12 rolling

Packing the mail rows, even had Melrose

Even had big rolling, I’m in the Benz big rolling

Back with a big rolling

My trap it been rolling

Chopper with the clip forty

Opps on the glass, the whip stolen

Working the migo way

Play with them keys, a key a day

Scammer, they swiping the BOA

Play with my money, DOA

Dad still in me, the shooter side

Pull up on niggas and let it slide

Used to ride bucket with skinny ties

Now I ride trucks with bigger ties

Apply more pressure, bigger prize

Play with my path, bigger fines

Doing no beefing, niggas dying

This really my story, these niggas lying

I’m not a rapper (not a rapper), just a trapper (just a trapper)

I’m not a rapper (not a rapper), I’m just a trapper (I'm just a trapper)

I’m not a rapper (I'm not a rapper), just a trapper (I'm just a trapper)

I’m not a rapper yeah (I'm not a rapper), I’m a trapper, yeah

Back door the burglar bars

Hop out of foreign cars

We got to mask 'em

Yeah bro we tax 'em

Hop out them vans on 'em

Guns, no hands on 'em

I’m fly, don’t land on me

Fronted some packs and they ranned on me

Masquerade, dodge the raids

I had them bails rolled

I can hear sirens, the 12 rolling

Packing the mail rows, even had Melrose

Even had big rolling, I’m in the Benz big rolling

Grind, get that paper, stack that bread on these haters

Whole lot of swag, whole lot of flavor

Boy I grind, got a lot for the table

Plugged in like the motherfucking cable

Hell nah, I don’t do no favors

I need that cash now and later

Hell nah I ain’t gon' chase you

Send them young boys after you

Treat this shit like mafia

Job done, pour a six up

Sip that lean up out my cup

Run to them racks, bitch don’t play wtih me

Nothing but millionaires hang with me

Come through that motherfucker thirty deep

Do it myself, keep a K with me

Got a lot of game, learned it from the OGs

Lame ass niggas can’t hold me

I’m a grown man, ten toes, two feet

Ain’t no way in hell I ain’t finna eat

These fuck niggas lame

I speak whatever on my brain

Been at the top, been sending people

Fuck nigga I was raised by the streets

Back door the burglar bars

Hop out of foreign cars

We got to mask 'em

Yeah bro we tax 'em

Hop out them vans on 'em

Guns, no hands on 'em

I’m fly, don’t land on me

Fronted some packs and they ranned on me

Masquerade, dodge the raids

I had them bails rolled

I can hear sirens, the 12 rolling

Packing the mail rows, even had Melrose

Even had big rolling, I’m in the Benz big rolling