Massacre Babyface Ray (Ft. Doe Boy)

[Intro: Doe Boy]
Doe Beezy
Ahem
Yeah, Face, you already know what the fuck goin' on, you know how we coming
Oh, really?
Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh
Buh, buh, buh, buh
Yeah, let's go, let's go, uh, uh

[Verse 1: Doe Boy & Babyface Ray]
Real niggas stand up (Go)
I be poppin' shit, I got my rubber bands up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Her bestie in the lobby, bitch, go bring your friend up (Come here)
Before you drop a diss, bitch, go dig your mans up (Fool)
I be really playin' with choppers, I ain't into playin' tough (Grrah)
I wish you could ask the last nigga that ran up (Grrah)
Fuck niggas fold, real niggas stand up (Pussy)
Nigga, I ain't told, nigga, when I got jammed up (Facts)
​iPhone thuggin', let me see you blam somethin' (Woah)
Don't make me grab my burner phone, I'll send a hit on Samsung (Nah, for real)
Bet I make her panties drop, she see that fuckin' Lamb' come (Uh, come here, baby)
Blue and yellow in my watch, look like the fuckin' Rams or somethin' (Oh, really?)
I done fucked the same hoes as Odell Beckham in my city (Nah, for real)
Come and flex it, Smith & Wessons fuckin' stretch 'em in my city (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Nigga came here playin' crazy, so we left him in my city
Just dropped four bodies, told Deshawn Watson, "Welcome to my city"
Got that blicky-blicky, up the switchy, bitchy, I get busy
Look at my pockets, fat like Cartman, bitch, I'm probably who killed Kenny (No, for real)
Know he happy the police grabbed, don't try to kill my nigga Jimmy (Face, Face Mob)
'Cause if he had to meet, young Johnny was blazin' his face up with a fifty (Face, Face Mob)