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Bali Baby

Massacre

 

Massacre

(Album: The Book Of Bali - 2019)


It's a massacre

It's a fight
I'll snatch you up like a thief in the night
And he say he love me cause I ride it like a bike
I can't pop on twitter cause you might just lose your life

You a passenger, if you ridin hold the stick and I ain't askin ya
It's a massacre
A hunnid shots, it's a massacre
And yes I'm after ya, my niggas hungry for it like they is some scavengers
It's a massacre
A hunnid shots, it's a massacre

Smooth ridin on the tempo, yes I turnt ya bitch to a nympho
Better duck, they shoot through the window
And this Glock for him on his tip toes
Split em down the middle, I turnt her to a widow
You soft just like a pillow, you rappin like a fiddle
Big B's, shit ain't little
Man these options like a skittle
Bitch yo body is yo temple

You a passenger, if you ridin hold the stick and I ain't askin ya
It's a massacre
A hunnid shots, it's a massacre
And yes I'm after ya, my niggas hungry for it like they is some scavengers
It's a massacre
A hunnid shots, it's a massacre

Bitches rap about it, yes I done it
Bitches talk about it, but they frontin
I am making somethin out of nothin, yes she see me and she runnin
See me out in public, bitch you know I'm stuntin
Smokin that gas, that's that skunkin
My pockets fat like a pumpkin, poppin that shit like I'm cuntin
Only speak to me if you is summoned, fire spittin in my dungeon
Yeah all my friends are dead, all my clothes are red
Got ya bitch in my bed
My lyrics in her head
Married money, newlyweds
I won't fight you, but I might shoot you instead

You a passenger, if you ridin hold the stick and I ain't askin ya
It's a massacre
Hunnid shots, it's a massacre
And yes I'm after ya, my niggas hungry for the shit like they some savagers
It's a massacre
A hunnid shots, it's a massacre

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