Massacre Lyrics by Babyface Ray (feat. Doe Boy)
Real n***** stand up
I be poppin’ shit I got my rubber bands up
Her bestie in the lobby bitch go bring your friend up
Before you drop a diss bitch go dig ya mans up
I be really playin’ with choppas I ain’t in to playin’ tough
I wish you could ask the last n****, that ran up
Fuck n***** fold real n***** stand up
N**** I ain’t told n**** when I got jammed up
iPhone thuggin’ lemme see you blam somethin’
Don’t make me grab my burner I send a hit on Samsung
Bet I make her panties drop when she see that fuckin’ Lamb come
Blue and yellow in my watch like the fuckin’ Rams or sum
I done fucked the same hoes as Odell Beckham in my city
Come in flexin’ Smith and Wesson fuckin’ stretch em’ in my city
Came in playin’ crazy so we left him in my city
Just dropped Four bodies told Deshaun Watson to welcome to my city
got that blicky blicky
Up the switchy bitch yeah I get busy
Pockets fat like Cartman bitch I’m probably who killed Kenny
Know he happy the Police grabbed him
Tried to kill my n**** Jimmy
Because If he had to meet young Johnny
We’ll blaze his face up with a fifty
It’s a Louie V Codeine, sippin’ money fetish
It’s a bad bitch met her and her friend don’t be selfish
Say they stayin’ let em’ cook in the mornin’ like he breakfast
Go to dealership yeah I want the long range yeah the Stephen’ (Steppin)
Shh.
What’s that noise?
N***** writin’ checks they can’t cash
They all bored
Catch me in your town pound for pound like I’m Roy
My daughter say she want Chanel purses fuck a toy
Cutthroat I swear
Rest in peace to Keed, man I can’t believe
Ironic cuz I’m on my way to Cleveland
Goin to fuck with Beez
Last night I said I love you I was geekin’ sorry I didn’t mean it
What you know about the murders gotta be strategic (shhh)
Is you really in the field or watchin’ from the bleachers (which one)
When they see that money pile up n***** turn to leaches
Why the fuck did I need school I’m richer than the teachers
(Why)
I done lost track of time every day it’s Easter
Cup pink, fresh as hell, ice gold and bales
Smilin’ at the bitch let her go
Waiting to exhale
Federales modelin’ round my gram too much YSL
We know he in the game but what side do you buy or sell n****