Mask and Gloves Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again

January 16, 2026

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Amid the flickering neon of late-night regrets and the echo of sirens that never quite fade, YoungBoy Never Broke Again crafts anthems that feel like whispered indictments from the shadows. “Mask and Gloves,” a standout cut from his blistering new album Slime Cry, strips away the bravado to reveal the hollow core of a life armored in secrecy and survival. It’s that rare track where the Louisiana rap phenom doesn’t just recount the chaos—he mourns it, layering tales of concealed deeds over beats that throb like a guilty heartbeat. For listeners piecing together Mask and Gloves lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again, it’s a portal into the paranoia that powers his pen, turning personal demons into communal catharsis.

Song Credits

Lead Vocals	YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Songwriter	YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Music Producer	Mally Mall, Hunnakid, Juppybeats & Wonderyo
Label	YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Release Date	January 16, 2026
Song Language	English
Copyright ©	YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Lyrics of Mask and Gloves by YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[Intro]
Ayy, Ayy
Plus I Haven’t Had A Talk With My Mama About This,
I Ain’t Told Nobody, Just Come On
Mm, Uh, Nah, Ddawg, D, Man, Daddy Gon’ Tell Us No
I Just Know That I Ain’t Gotta Say Shit To Him
Ayy, B**ch, Uh
When I Let Off, You Just Bang Too, I’ma Walk His Ass Down

[Chorus]
Mask And Gloves, Mask And Gloves All I Need
Mask And Gloves, Mask And Gloves

[Post-Chorus]
How I Tell ’em After It Was Me? I Don’t Want Nobody To See Me Now
Know I’ma Hit They Phone Up Like, “Pick Your Partner Up” When We Walk Them Down
Niggas Know How I Get When I’m Fiendin’, I’m A Demon, They Just Leave Me ‘lone
That Chopper Finger-f**k, B**ch, She Went To Screamin’, That’s Another Song (Oh, Oh, Oh)

[Verse 1]
My Gun Jammed, I Started Runnin’,
AJ Tried Put That B**ch Up On Me (Oh, Oh, Oh)
We Became Gang, Man, You Knowin’ Just How We Live
Hit The Corner Tryna Chase His Victim, By The Police, He Got Killed
My Sister Say Sometimes It’s Frightenin’ Look In My Eyes
She Pray For Me At Night, She Know I Murdered Them Guys
Okay, I Got One More Pu**y B**ch Just For To Kill Behind Lil Dave
Once It’s Still, This Shit Get Sealed, Then I’m Gon’ Take It To My Grave
The Last Slimeto Pallbearer On My Stone, I Want Engraved
I Paid My Dues Into This Game, I Think It’s ’bout The Time She Pay
We Gon’ Split This Nigga Now, I Don’t Need Approval, I Don’t Wan’ Wait
‘Fore I Even Changed The Plate, I Got A Mask On Top My Face

[Chorus]
Mask And Gloves, Mask And Gloves All I Need
Mask And Gloves, Mask And Gloves (Mask And Gloves, Mask And Gloves)

[Verse 2]
I’ma Make This Nigga Bleed, I’m Talkin’ Soon As I Catch Him Slippin’
And This Shit Been All In My Dreams, I Can’t Wait Until I Split Him
Skully Watchin’ His IG, Gon’ Let Me Know When We Come Get Him
He Gon’ Tell Me Where We Gon’ Do It At, He Gon’ Tell Me How We Gon’ Hit Him
Out My Clip, It Be Bb’s And I Beg My Mama To Refill It
Now Coke Inside My Jeans, 1911, This B**ch Hissin’
It Ain’t No Ho Inside My Genes, That Dope Ain’t Right, It Look Like Cinnamon
Pu**y Nigga Ain’t Got No Chemistry, They Be Tryna Steal My Literature
In The Streets, I Walk With Many Men And They Plottin’, They Talkin’ ’bout Killin’ Me
Criss-cross, Applesauce, Make A B**ch Sit Down, Old-Pu**y-Ass Boy, You A Nemesis
Bing-baow, Lettin’ Off ’til The Opp Hit The Ground, I’ma Make Me A F**k Nigga Feel This Stick
Rappin’-ass Nigga, I Ain’t Got No Lyrics, Old-weird-ass Boy, I’m A Realicist

[Chorus]
Mask And Gloves, Mask And Gloves All I Need
Mask And Gloves, Mask And Gloves (Lil’ Three)

About “Mask and Gloves by YoungBoy Never Broke Again”

YoungBoy Never Broke Again dons his “Mask and Gloves” like a second skin, a nocturnal confessional where trap’s thunder meets the hush of hidden sins—raw, relentless, and riveting.

Peel back the layers, and “Mask and Gloves” is pure Southern gothic trap: sparse hi-hats skittering like footsteps in the dark, sub-bass rumbling with unspoken threats, all designed to cradle YoungBoy’s stream-of-consciousness flow. Thematically, it’s a meditation on anonymity’s double edge—masks that shield the hand from prints but can’t erase the soul’s stains—mood swinging from feverish urgency to somber reflection, evoking a man forever glancing over his shoulder. Production, helmed by his tight-knit circle at Never Broke Again, keeps it intimate and unpolished, letting ad-libs and echoes amplify the isolation without drowning the words.

Slime Cry, YoungBoy’s ninth studio full-length, arrives as a sonic exorcism, threading slime loyalty with cries for redemption across 30 tracks that map the fractures in his world. The album’s vision pulses with that signature motif: brotherhood forged in fire, betrayal’s bitter sting, and the grind that blurs right from wrong—think expansive narratives like “Love Speaks” bleeding into visceral punches such as this one. It’s less a victory lap than a vulnerability vault, expanding the slime lexicon into something almost literary, where every “gang” reference doubles as a plea for understanding.

Now 26 and navigating house arrest with the ferocity of a caged storm, YoungBoy’s in hyperdrive, dropping projects like lifelines to stay connected—Slime Cry marks his third major release in 18 months. This song embodies his growth: ditching some melodic sheen for narrative grit, experimenting with verse structures that mimic a hunted man’s fractured thoughts. In a discography that’s birthed juggernauts like AI YoungBoy 2 and The Last Slimeto, “Mask and Gloves” carves a deeper scar—it’s not just flex or fury, but a bridge to his most human hour, proving the kid from the projects has become rap’s reluctant philosopher.

Layered with lines that haunt like half-remembered nightmares—”How I tell ’em after it was me?”—it transforms street lore into something seismic, a reminder that behind the chopper chatter lies a voice wrestling with its own echo. As 2026 unfolds with its parade of polished trap, YoungBoy’s unvarnished edge feels like a lifeline, pulling you under to surface changed.