Masquerade

[Chorus: 550]
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

[Verse 1: 550]
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

[Bridge: 550]
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

[Chorus: 550]
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

[Verse 2: KC Da Beatmonster]
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

[Chorus: 550]
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