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To the year
Forty-forty one (Yeah-yeah)
Black-out, black-out
Zay Mason
Quin sum, gimme sum

This that Mason Marquis come to slap off your radio, yeah
Singing bye bye baby, up late, now you missing what you had
You could play catch up if you want but I doubt that
Should stay in ya lane, you ain't bout that
I'm too gone, hit the gas
On the road and I'm never looking back

Yeah-yeah
You know no nothing bout me
Yeah-yeah, mhm
You don't know about me

I just freestyled that part
Here I go again with the
Way I rap and I sing, I should
Charge a brick by the key, I should
Let 'em sniff, watch 'em sneeze
Off the clock I'm your late night fix
The Letterman, Fallon, route to the X
Yeah, let that sit
Boy I, spit rivers, flood 'em out
Switch hitter, clit licker
Good dick, quick tempered
In traffic I whip pies à la mode
You knows if you nose, I'm crushing on centerfolds
She got a wagon like it's 1880
I got the bus space, rump shake
Your bitch throw it but it's a pump fake
Shimmy shimmy yah shimmy yay
That pussy go Bobby Busae
I better catch the bouquet, I want next
A comb in an afro, thrown, I'm so def
Whoa, better stay up on ya toes

This that Mason Marquis come to slap off your radio, yeah
Singing bye bye baby, up late, now you missing what you had
You could play catch up if you want but I doubt that
Should stay in ya lane, you ain't bout that
I'm too gone, hit the gas on the road and I'm never looking back

I'm pullin' up saying hey lil mami I need a hit
Dope flow, nose broke
Dead in that pussy playing, Coco
You know my body for my ambition
I been on a mission moving everybody body like a transition
My pen loaded this loco motive is transmission
Fuel with the fire and gas you up like a damn engine
I'm two different like maternal twins
One in the same
Until your fingers switch the focus like the camera lenses
Outta my body my spirit floating
Special breed of goated
When you see me my smoke is golden
Omni potent
Somebody try me it's no me joden
Press king laundry bag
Heat to your shirt and you get your clothing folded
Sex symbol if you know you know
Body after body
Just begging to hand me down like some older clothes
Sixteen for hire, this is metaphor overload
Punches to your vein until you pass out and overdose

This that Mason Marquis come to slap off your radio, yeah
Singing bye bye baby, up late, now you missing what you had
You could play catch up if you want but I doubt that
Should stay in ya lane, you ain't bout that
I'm too gone, hit the gas
On the road and I'm never looking back