Mask On Lyrics – JPEGMAFIA

Read the full Mask On lyrics by JPEGMAFIA from the album EXPERIMENTAL RAP along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Jpegmafia’s music, you can also explore TSAR BOMBA and GYBB, two other songs by Jpegmafia.

[Intro]
Put on the mask, get the Glock, it’s time to rob, n!gga (Let’s go)
Put on the mask, get the Glock, it’s time to rob, n!gga
Put on the mask, get the Glock, it’s time to rob, n!gga (Go, go, go, go)
Put on the mask, get the Glock, it’s time to rob, n!gga (Go, go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
Put on the mask, get the Glock, it’s time to rob, n!gga (Go, go, go, go)
Put on the mask, get the Glock, it’s time to rob— (Go, go)

[Verse 1]
Mask up, cut the light, if the guard dog bark, shut his ass up (Swerve)
Ash blunts, on the White House sofa, no sir, we do not punt (Swerve, swerve)
Passed up, honey in your blood and you still can’t keep that trash up

You mad sus, if you can’t get your own buzz, don’t speak on who’s doing what (What?)
You n!ggas, you really ain’t built for All Madden, you flopping the plays, you can never be captain (Swerve)
Your GF be capping, I’m fu*king that b!tch with no wrapper
Your b!tches be fu*king these rappers (Swerve, swerve)
Your b!tches be fu*king on me and then calling you capping, I know that you wonder what happened (What?)
I’m fu*king your b!tch, am I trolling or smashing? I get to packaging, she bending it backwards
I get to the bag, made the beat, then I mixed it, I wrote it, know AWAL is paying me cash (Huh)
I got heat in the stash and my b!tch looking like Baby Bash and I’m paying for titties and ass (Huh, swerve, swerve)
You n!ggas be rapping with rats, the toolie is black, same rifle I had in Iraq (Swerve)
My b!tches be bad, my b!tches be s*xy, they cracked, you noticed another n!gga wife was—

[Chorus]
Put on the mask, get the Glock, it’s time to rob, n!gga
Put on the mask, get the Glock, it’s time to rob, n!gga (Okay)
Put on the mask, get the Glock, it’s time to rob, n!gga (Go, go, go, go)
Put on the mask, get the Glock, it’s time to rob, n!gga (Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
Put on the mask, get the Glock, it’s time to rob, n!gga (Go, go, go, go)
Put on the mask, get the Glock, it’s time to rob, n!gga

[Verse 2]
I got your b!tch, you not getting her back, she on her knees for the way that I rap (Swerve)
You know that be cap, these little boys can’t touch like Ep—
These little boys can’t touch me like Hammer (Swerve, swerve)
Wigging on n!ggas like Joan the Scammer, so full of hate, they be speaking in slander (What?)
Speaking on n!ggas like they was handlers, your b!tch off the white, sniffing that Chelsea Handler

So many Dracos, think you in Atlanta, paper like Kinko’s, we throwing them bands up
Treat ’em like Waco, shoot ’em till we vanish, no, treat him like JFK, pop at his dandruff
Treat ’em like JFK, give ’em a taper, I got a mask on, I’m not a crusader
Fu*king that b!tch and she know that I hate her, she holding me down like that b!tch on retainer (Baow)
Hitting that light and clutching that pipe, everything out here get swiped (Swiped)
You getting iced, no locked doors, baby girl, I don’t like
They not typing ’bout your life, you not relevant, you not liked
I am a dog, you is a rat, I don’t fu*k with mice, can’t believe I gotta say this twice

[Outro]
Put on the mask, get the Glock, it’s time to rob, n!gga (Let’s go)
Put on the mask, get the Glock, it’s time to rob, n!gga (Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
Put on the mask, get the Glock, it’s time to rob, n!gga (Go, go, go, go)
Put on the mask, get the Glock, it’s time to rob— (Go, go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
(You are not alone)