Mask Off Lyrics


Lyrics to 'Mask Off' by Future:

{_Intro_}
Call it how it is
Hendrix
I promise, I swear, I swear
You heard, spit it, yo

{_Chorus_}
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Rep the set, gotta rep the set
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Don’t chase no bitches

{_Verse 1_}
Two cups, toast up with the gang
From food stamps to a whole ‘nother domain
Out the bottom, I’m the livin’ proof (Super)
Ain’t compromising, half a million on the Coupe
Drug houses, lookin’ like Peru
Graduated, I was overdue
Pink molly, I can barely move
Ask about me, I’m gon’ bust a move
Rick James, thirty-three chains
Ocean air, cruisin’ Biscayne
Top off, that’s a liability
Hit the gas, boostin’ my adrenaline

{_Chorus_}
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Rep the set, gotta rep the set
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Don’t chase no bitches

{_Verse 2_}
Four-door Maybach; I drive anything
Buy my Range, make ’em go insane
(Oh my Lord, praise him be)
My guillotine, drank promethazine
Tec and beams, go to those extremes
Parliament, calamari Wednesday
Parlay in Vegas, we was in attendance
Before the business, Theodore lenses
Theodore prescriptions, focus on the missions
Intermission, never take a break
Switch states, touch down, foreign plates
Ain’t no way, ain’t no fucking way
We call the play, we didn’t come to play
Rob the bank, we gon’ rob the game
They gang, they gang, we gang, but they are not the same (Freebandz)

{_Chorus_}
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Rep the set, gotta rep the set
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Don’t chase no bitches

{_Outro_}
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Gas gone, never nod off
(Cold chills, prison cells)
(Oh my Lord, praise him be)

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