[Intro: Rich Homie Quan]
Ayy, Thug
Get a chainsaw, bro
You feel me?
Nigga talkin' crazy like
The pull game ain't stupid
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug]
It's about to be a chainsaw massacre if I don't get my money (Want my racks, hey)
My niggas, they coming after ya, told 'em bring me yo' stomach
I hate to get out of character (But what?)
But I made a promise (To who?)
To myself I was gon' embarrass ya (Woo)
Yo' ass don't want it
It's about to be a chainsaw massacre (Yeah)
It's about to be a chainsaw massacre (Yeah)
It's about to be a chainsaw massacre
It's about to be a chainsaw, chainsaw, chainsaw (Thugger)
It's about to be a chainsaw massacre (Ayy)
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Massacre, I'll blast on 'em too
I'll blast on 'em but
His car ride faster than yours
Here, Quan, here I go I'm faded
Nigga, blast it some more
She want all the s'mores
Man, I'm behind in the hills in LA (Hollywood)
I ran my motherfuckin' money to the ceiling
Now I'm living like selfie
I passed a pass like John Elway
Nigga owe me in school, I'ma catch his ass on the stairway
(And what?) Beat him up, beat him up (Beat him up)
I spent 5 bands on a pea coat, I feel like King Tut
I sold a whole lot of weed to get these Jamaican bucks
Your bitch in love with the nut
Nigga, now she stuck (What?)
I might just buy that bitch a loft or a ticket for the bus
You know it
Ayy, Thug
Get a chainsaw, bro
You feel me?
Nigga talkin' crazy like
The pull game ain't stupid
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug]
It's about to be a chainsaw massacre if I don't get my money (Want my racks, hey)
My niggas, they coming after ya, told 'em bring me yo' stomach
I hate to get out of character (But what?)
But I made a promise (To who?)
To myself I was gon' embarrass ya (Woo)
Yo' ass don't want it
It's about to be a chainsaw massacre (Yeah)
It's about to be a chainsaw massacre (Yeah)
It's about to be a chainsaw massacre
It's about to be a chainsaw, chainsaw, chainsaw (Thugger)
It's about to be a chainsaw massacre (Ayy)
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Massacre, I'll blast on 'em too
I'll blast on 'em but
His car ride faster than yours
Here, Quan, here I go I'm faded
Nigga, blast it some more
She want all the s'mores
Man, I'm behind in the hills in LA (Hollywood)
I ran my motherfuckin' money to the ceiling
Now I'm living like selfie
I passed a pass like John Elway
Nigga owe me in school, I'ma catch his ass on the stairway
(And what?) Beat him up, beat him up (Beat him up)
I spent 5 bands on a pea coat, I feel like King Tut
I sold a whole lot of weed to get these Jamaican bucks
Your bitch in love with the nut
Nigga, now she stuck (What?)
I might just buy that bitch a loft or a ticket for the bus
You know it
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