MASSACRE MOBB

[Verse 1: Big Melancholy]
Okay, I heard he got some shit to say
And that's okay
You better watch his fucking tone
When he say my fucking name
You better watch his fucking home, if he speaking on the gang
I'm 'bout to pull up with the chrome
Crack it back and let it bang
And I ain't fucking with these pussy boys, they little sissy boys
Always act like bitches
They tripping so come and get me boy
Keep my fucking name out your mouth
When you end up missing boy
Pull up bitch you black, blue, and purple
You look like damaged boy
Now I don't even know for petty shit, stepping on my toes
Better watch your head again, fucking with the pros
Pull a leather semi head, I ain't finna throw a shade
Bitch you better check your shit
Pull or snatch your necklace
This a dick you shit you acting like a little bitch
What the fuck, you care what the situation is?
What a bunch of kids to say
No telling shit, ain't no graduating
Validating, fuck these little hoes every day
You know that I know that you got nothing to show

[Verse 2: 4Scythe]
Got nothing to show, you sounding like the rest
Hah, you wouldn't know it's all bleeding to the next
Keep the shit down on the low, you feel it in your chest
Pressure building, might as well take it down on the rest
Cereango drain your body watch it pour
I ain't got no time no more
See you wasted, there's the door
Hah
Talking like you ain't ever seen me before
Talking like you want to end up like a poster round the door
Damn