Massacre Yung Fazo

[Intro]
I don't watch niggas 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 fuckin' that ho, but she tellin' me, "It's too much"
As I get older, it's hard keepin' up
This bit' get bolder, they wan' suck me up
My shooter like Curry, when he shoot the .30, it's clutch
Lately, ain't givin' no fuck
The way that I roll [?] so I'm givin' out blunts
I feel like kickin' the cup
Thought yo' lil' bitch was yo' wife, but that bitch is a slut
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 motherfuckers stealin' my flow, but I don't wanna call out my sons, uh
Do this shit regardless
I'on know what you want, so let's talk about it
Fuckin' with Draco stick, we gon' get to wildin'
I'on love, so them bitches really think I'm heartless

[Chorus]
Frrt, yeah, and the light, it done flooded my wrist
I been doin' this shit off the rip
I been plannin' on how to get rich again
Fuck 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?