[Intro]
(This is, is, is)
[Chorus: Jay Gwuapo]
I pull up with a black mask
I got some shooters that park up and hit and they go for a big bag
He tryna talk like he with it, but he showin' different, he turn to a toe tag
He can get left in the past if he talk out his ass, he get turned to a throwback
I got some shooters that blast if they see what he on
You say, "Who made the beat?", don't be a fool, uh
[Verse 1: Jay Gwuapo & Pop Smoke]
You know I keep it cool, I could be trippin', depend on my mood
I got designers, just look at the shoes
They say they with it but won't make a move (Woo, woo, woo)
They know that shit come with hate and the news
Like a mechanic, I be with the tool but I got some hitters and I let 'em loose
I spent a hunnid fifty on the other wrist 'cause I ain't feelin' like I spent enough
I just be coolin', chillin' in my lane, other niggas really tryna play it tough
I know I'm really early in the game, but I seen a lot and I done had enough
I got some mixed emotions deep inside and I spend my time tryna gear it up, oh
[Chorus: Jay Gwuapo & Pop Smoke]
I pull up with a black mask
I got some shooters that park up and hit and they go for a big bag
He tryna talk like he with it, but he showin' different, it turn to a toe tag
He can get left in the past if he talk out his ass, he get turned to a throwback
I got some shooters that blast if they see what he on
I pull up with a black mask
I got some shooters that park up and hit and they go for a big bag
He tryna talk like he with it, but he showin' different, it turn to a toe tag
He can get left in the past if he talk out his ass, he get turned to a throwback (Woo, woo, woo)
I got some shooters that blast if they see what he on
You say, "Who made the beat?", don't be a fool, uh
(This is, is, is)
[Chorus: Jay Gwuapo]
I pull up with a black mask
I got some shooters that park up and hit and they go for a big bag
He tryna talk like he with it, but he showin' different, he turn to a toe tag
He can get left in the past if he talk out his ass, he get turned to a throwback
I got some shooters that blast if they see what he on
You say, "Who made the beat?", don't be a fool, uh
[Verse 1: Jay Gwuapo & Pop Smoke]
You know I keep it cool, I could be trippin', depend on my mood
I got designers, just look at the shoes
They say they with it but won't make a move (Woo, woo, woo)
They know that shit come with hate and the news
Like a mechanic, I be with the tool but I got some hitters and I let 'em loose
I spent a hunnid fifty on the other wrist 'cause I ain't feelin' like I spent enough
I just be coolin', chillin' in my lane, other niggas really tryna play it tough
I know I'm really early in the game, but I seen a lot and I done had enough
I got some mixed emotions deep inside and I spend my time tryna gear it up, oh
[Chorus: Jay Gwuapo & Pop Smoke]
I pull up with a black mask
I got some shooters that park up and hit and they go for a big bag
He tryna talk like he with it, but he showin' different, it turn to a toe tag
He can get left in the past if he talk out his ass, he get turned to a throwback
I got some shooters that blast if they see what he on
I pull up with a black mask
I got some shooters that park up and hit and they go for a big bag
He tryna talk like he with it, but he showin' different, it turn to a toe tag
He can get left in the past if he talk out his ass, he get turned to a throwback (Woo, woo, woo)
I got some shooters that blast if they see what he on
You say, "Who made the beat?", don't be a fool, uh
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