Massacre lyrics

[Intro]
I don't watch n*ggas money, I don't care
I just do what I do
Haha, what the f—? Yeah-hee
Haha, what the f—? Yeah

[Verse 1]
Uh, I'm f*ckin' that ho, but she tellin' me, "It's too much"
As I get older, it's hard keepin' up
They b*tches got bolder, they wan' suck me up
My shooter like Curry, when he shoot the .30, it's clutch
Lately, ain't givin' no f*ck
When I roll up my piece, so I'm givin' out blunts
I feel like kickin' the cup
Thought yo' lil' b*tch was yo' wife, but that b*tch is a sl*t
The way that she slide to the crib, and she drop to the floor, and she told me she wan' eat me up (Woo)
Some motherf*ckers stealin' my flow, but I don't wanna call out my sons, uh
Do this sh*t regardless
I'on know what you want, so let's talk about it
f*ckin' with Draco stick, we gon' get to wildin'
I'on love, so them b*tches really think I'm heartless

[Chorus]
Frrt, yeah, and the light, it done flooded my wrist
I been doin' this sh*t off the rip
I been plannin' on how to get rich again
f*ck it, we stay out the mix
I just dropped another hit, and you missed again
See me, they asked for a pic
And I know I be livin' like this, okay?
[Refrain]
Livin' this rockstar sh*t, yeah, I'm f*ckin' that real bad ho
I'm speedin', I'm swervin' the whip, yeah, I doubled from my head and my toe
I gotta go get way too rich, I gotta go get big bankroll
Yeah, I woke up, just way too lit, [?]

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I gotta me some bands (Haha, what the f—?)
I been up, I been up, countin' them bands up (Haha, what the f—?)
She wanna hold on my hand (Haha, what the f—?)
Tell her, "Be careful", 'cause I'm doin' damage
And I'm lit, and I swear I keep turnin' it up
Double cup, that b*tch pourin' me up
Don't think nobody f*ckin' with us (PRIVATEFLIGHTGANG, b*tch)
Yeah, I think I'm movin' slow, my shooter comin' in clutch, frrt
Yeah, I told them to re-rush, I got a stick, and it bust
My head was filled with the love, but now, I think about it, motion
I had to step back, they really think about my emotions
You say you holdin' me down, but you was just holdin' me over
I made the sh*t from the ground, yeah, so you know I would go up
I really live in a cloud, don't know the last time I was sober
She said, yeah, that she holdin' me down, but, yeah, that bih' runnin' me over

[Refrain]
Livin' this rockstar sh*t, yeah, I'm f*ckin' that real bad ho
I'm speedin', I'm swervin' the whip, yeah, I doubled from my head and my toe
I gotta go get way too rich, I gotta go get big bankroll
Yeah, I woke up, just way too lit, [?]
[Chorus]
Frrt, yeah, and the light, it done flooded my wrist
I been doin' this sh*t off the rip
I been plannin' on how to get rich again
f*ck it, we stay out the mix, I just dropped another hit, and you missed again
See me, they asked for a pic, and I know I be livin' like this, okay?