Triple six mafia - Mask and Da Glock

triple six the lyrics. Lyrics [Lil Glock] hangin out tha window holdin tight to my murder weapon hit the lights, creep up slow, bullet lead catch ya lil ass slippin glock poppin bustas droppin niggas duckin from dis shit mask on my face no decription of who made this hit bitches thinkin “who was it?“ bitch, it was triple six devil thoughts, evil thoughts, trizzick bitches I just clizzick plenty of blood no suspects only victims laying dead shells laying in their bodys, its the fucking bullet lead now niggas in da morgue and I could give a fuck less keep my business quiet as kept, mothers in that black dress headed back to my fuckin hood project born ridge grove hustla raised gangsta raised bussiness up in ??? now sorry your the one got me reachin for my hip no friends in the game in the spot victim of my clip fuck all you bustas step and your gonna die comin at yo ass victim of a fu