EBG Massacare lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, pus*y ass n*gga
Yeah, Baby Life
4CH, Solid Gang
(Band Gang, yeah)

[Verse]
We having them Glocks and K's (Yeah)
We having them damn AK’s
This a hundred round drum on the Drac'
Them Baby Life n*ggas posted up in Crystal Lakes
EBG massacre homicide keep a shank
Dirty drank f*ck up my stomach I can't
Baby Life vampire, b*tch, I got weight
I took all his drip, we got expensive taste
Solid Gang Spaz got that sh*t on my face
Popped his ass off, took the whole damn eighth
Got the carbon 15, these bullets ain’t no pain
We gone catch a n*gga, bake his ass like some cake
Give a f*ck 'bout no thot, I'm clutching on thesе Dracs'
Put di*k in her mouth, I got her dropping rakes
This that Band Gang sh*t now point mе to the safe
This a witness protection, f*cking with no jakes
Gang, yeah
Long live lo
My finger itching, I can't go out like blo
Got the AR-15 on me, came with a telescope
Mask the f*ck up, I can't go out like no joke
Gang, I hid the Glock 30 in my coat
We wash his ass out, he need soap
That n*gga be talking but pockets be broke
The junkies they love me cause I got that coke
Got some n*ggas in a bop tryna cut a n*gga throat
Got my young n*gga talkin bout, Free Huncho
I'ma lil' throwed off but I ain’t roscoe
I could f*ck a broke hoe but I don’t like those
Don't get took off, its a gun fight woah
Kumo came back to life, think he seen five ghost
Not gon’ go to the chain, I don't f*ck white hoes
And it's f*ck the police, they all dead white folks
I take that f*ck n*gga ass for treason
Cause they kill my f*cking brother for no reason
Ain't gone let this sh*t fly cause I gotta get even
Took off his brain, I gotta be a genius
Thirsty b*tches tryna suck on my-
I got the pocket rocket down on Hamilton drive
I can’t believe the n*gga pocket yo fye
How the f*ck you ditch yo gang, them n*ggas gone ride
If you beef with me I call the gang we get physical
I grab the yopstick so it's visible
Push up to the block, he think he invisible
Did a n*gga down bad and I had to put his face up in this grass
And all my AR pistols got a tag
Don't even try and f*ck with me, I cross yo ass
I'm shiesty as f*ck cause I'm a bad ass
n*gga, I'm on the block with some killers
I'm with some n*ggas that lost all they feelings
Shoot yo sh*t up, give a f*ck bout yo feelings
We popping off at them now n*ggas start killing
Young n*gga
(Young n*gga)