Mask and Gloves Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again | from Slime Cry

Read the full Mask and Gloves lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again from the album Slime Cry along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Youngboy Never Broke Again’s music, you can also explore Another Episode and Bruce Wayne, two other songs by Youngboy Never Broke Again.

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
This that YB, Lil Top, know my mama knowing ’bout this, I ain’t even told nobody, just come
Nah, DDawg, this thing daddy gon’ tell us law
I just know that, he ain’t gotta say s*it to me
Ayy, b!tch, uh
When I let up, he just bang to ’em, I’ma walk his ass down

[Chorus]
Mask and gloves, mask and gloves all I need
Mask and gloves, mask and gloves

[Post-Chorus]
How I tell ’em all that was me? I don’t want nobody to see me now
Mama hit they phone up like, “Pick your partner up” when we walk ’em down
N!ggas know how I get when I’m fiending, I’m a demon, they just leave me ‘lone
That chopper finger-fu*k, b!tch, he went to screaming, that’s another song (Oh, oh, oh)

[Verse 1]
My ganja and my spotty (??) tried to put that b!tch up on me (Oh, oh, oh)
(??) got a million up, just how wе live
Hit the corner tryna chasе his victim, by the police, vic’ got killed
My sister say sometimes it’s frightening look in my eyes
She pray for me at night, she know I murder them guys
Okay, I got one more pu*sy b!tch just for to kill behind the day
Want some steel, this s*it get sealed, then I’m gon’ take it to my grave
The last Slimeto (??) on my stone, I want engraved
I paid my dues into this game, I think it’s ’bout the time she pay
We gon’ speak this n!gga, nah, I don’t need a prove or I won’t wait
‘Fore I even changed the plate, I got a mask on top my face

[Chorus]
Mask and gloves, mask and gloves all I need
Mask and gloves, mask and gloves (Mask and gloves, mask and gloves)

[Verse 2]
I’ma make this n!gga bleed, I’m talking soon as I catch him slipping

And this s*it been all in my dreams, I can’t wait until I split him
Skully watching his IG, gon’ let me know when we can get him
He gon’ tell me what we gon’ do, ayy, he gon’ tell me how we gon’ hit him
Out my clip (??) D’s and I beg my mama to refill it
Nah, coke inside my jeans made 10-11, this b!tch hissing
It ain’t no ho inside my jeans, that dope ain’t right, that look like cinnamon
Pu*sy n!gga ain’t got no killing streak, that b!tch tryna step my (??)
In the streets, I walk with many men and they plotting and talking ’bout killing me
Criss-cross, ever sauce, make a b!tch sit down, old-pu*sy-ass boy, you a nemesis
They balling out ’til the opp hit the ground, I’ma make that fu*k n!gga feel this stick
Rapping-ass n!gga ain’t got no licks, old-weird-ass boy, I’m a (??)

[Chorus]
Mask and gloves, mask and gloves all I need
Mask and gloves, mask and gloves (Lil’ three)

[Post-Chorus]
How I tell ’em all that was me? I don’t want nobody to see me now
Mama hit they phone up like, “Pick your partner up” when we walk ’em down
N!ggas know how I get when I’m fiending, I’m a demon, they just leave me ‘lone
That chopper finger-fu*k, b!tch, he went to screaming, that’s another song