Mask Off The Floor

[Intro]
Mask on
Mask off
Same grin
Same boss
Big step
Hands up
Bad ones
Back up (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Walk in
Whole room tilt
Gold grill flash
Make a good girl filth
Two shots, three blunts
Can't feel guilt
Only thing soft here
Is the cash I built
Low voice talkin'
Got her knees get weak
Hand on throat
When I bite that cheek
She said "slow"
I heard "don't speak"
Make the bed frame
Scream every time we freak
[Chorus]
Mask on the floor
Face down on the couch (on the couch)
Hands on the wall
Let me see that bounce (see that bounce)
If you ain't nasty
What you came here for
If you ain't classy-trashy
Hit the door
Mask on the floor
Sweat drip down that spine
Arch that back
Let me lose my mind
If you ain't nasty
What you came here for
If you ain't wild as me
Hit the door
[Verse 2]
VIP packed
But I own this spot
Whole squad drunk
But we still on top
Throw that ass back
Make a rich boy stop
Turn a pole-dance queen
To a jaw-drop thot
I got spit on my tongue
Got her spit on my chain
Got teeth on my neck
Got nails in my veins
Got coke in her clutch
Got gin in her veins
Got her man text twice
She forgot his name
[Chorus]
Mask on the floor
Face down on the couch (on the couch)
Hands on the wall
Let me see that bounce (let me bounce)
If you ain't nasty
What you came here for
If you ain't classy-trashy
Hit the door
Mask on the floor
Sweat drip down that spine
Arch that back
Let me lose my mind
If you ain't nasty
What you came here for
If you ain't wild as me
Hit the door

dance, Aggressive club-rap banger at 140 BPM, male vocals pitched low with formant-shifted menace. Sparse, chest-crushing sub and sharp trap percussion, with glitchy vocal stutters as rhythmic hooks. Verses stay tightly pocketed over minimal synth growls; chorus explodes with gang shouts, octave-doubled leads, and call-and-response chants that feel built for moshpits and late-night stages., low, bounce, raw