Thugger, Jeffery, Hendrix, Wiz Drugs say, drugs say, drugs say Got that whole lip like, lip like, lip like, ooh Psyche, slurpin' me up, oh, uh Mine a new whiskey, ooh Massacre, massacre, massacre Fuck who all in it, I fuck with the Robs I do, I fuck with the Shaw, I fuck with the Shaw I broke on the red, I also got me nixed up I ain't fucked up Money stacked up through the roof And I pointed at shit and said, goals I'ma slime all, I'ma kill him and give him all I'm like a dogless, yeah My drinks on shade like hot sauce No real gangs like Narcos No show money, no turtos, no, no, turtos I'ma just sit in the Bentley I got some money for whiskey I'm goin' crazy and fiendy I cannot jump in the Henry I'm stackin' it real like Renfrew I got more syrup than Demi's We at the P.I.'s for Lennox Cookin' up dope like a chemist My brothers ain't never some menace Ain't brought me a nigga in a minute I'm a rockstar, John Lennon Got my dogs up, no pretendin' Buy a Vendedor, I ain't rentin' The big lime bowl, look extended Racks on me, I admit it Gold on me like Olympics Diamond gold in Atlanta Hottest nigga in the planet Uzi on me in the Canyon Swang through Pelerinia Gotta call Major Damien Feed my dogs Mozambique YZL here with gangbangers Who the niggas upstairs? Serve it me up Money on the whiskey Massacre, massacre, massacre Fuck who all in it I fuck with the robbers, I do I fuck with the short hoes, we do I broke on the red dogs Took off in this top, I ain't so low Money stacked up through the roof And I point at that shit and say, Goals I'ma slime ball, I'ma kill him And give his mama my dollars Yeah, my drip gon' shine like hot sauce No real gangs like Narcos No show money, no turtos Turtos, shots Play that shit, hang like a roster Play with that bread and we tossin' I'm a big blood like my partner We used to play with impostors We don't talk to him, we knock him off And we gon' kiss on your problems, yeah We gon' fuck over your roster, yeah And I'm still screamin' from rock school, yo She suck me up with a waffle, yo I beat it up like a boxer, yo Don't take it personal Don't belong with the stars and the rolls Village is sunk outside right now Surf with me up Money on the whiskey Massacre, massacre, massacre Fuck who all in it I fuck with the robbers, I do I fuck with the short hoes, we do I broke on the red dogs Took off in this top, I ain't so low Money stacked up through the roof I'm a slime ball, I'ma kill him And give him mama my dollars Yeah, my drip on shade like hot sauce No real gangs like narcos No show money, no turtos Turtos