[Verse 1: Choirboy]
Creeping through the hood with a mask on
Brother I ain't even turn the gas on (not yet)
Been fighting with some demons (?)
Moonwalking (?) like Jackson
(?) mudda fuckka
Keep thinking that I'm not sucka
Choirboy, Toof Gang riders got the (?) couple psychos with the rifles (?) better (?) muddafucka
Who's got em'
Who's got em'
Who's
I've been talking with the father only knowing not what they do
Who's got em'
Who's got em'
Who's thats the sound of them choppers out the window of the coupe
Fucc boy why you worried bout how I'm living
Just no messing with my family end up missing thats a given
Couple cats on the blocc do it for your television
Fast-forward with it to your ending ain't nothing that gonna save em' they just

[Hook 1: Choirboy]
Creeping through the hood with a mask on
Knock off black out back off
Muddafucka this ain't fashion
Bitches wanna fuck around they can get the strap on
Creeping through the hood with a mask on
Been broke too long to put a cast on
First worry bout the crew will be the last one
(?) like a dyke cause you know I got the strap on

[Verse 2: Ouija]
Riding through the city of the simp folk
Where the outdoor smelling like endo
Suckas think they got my info don't nobody know the real me but my kin folk
Got the windows down when we dip low and I'm high as a bitch better get low
If they ever give me life I'm gonna kill mo'
Run up in your cell with a sharpened piece of bed post
Toof not the ones you wanna flex on
Want beef homie you can get the szechuan
You ain't gotta be thristy with the red rum
Teflon swimming through ya blocc boy (?)
Lil shawty sent a pic with her ass on
It was kinda light blue with the flash on
Oh lord I be there with my cash on
Right now Ouija gotta ride with the mask on

[Hook 2: Ouija]
See me with that mask
Homie that's yo ass [x4]

[Hook 1]