Lil mavo - MASSACRE Lyrics

Jit will sell his soul for a brick of gold
I been getting money, nigga, this shit getting old
Walk down, fake shot
Walk down, fake shot a nigga cause he getting bold
I could start a genocide, a massacre
Pull up into Tarantula niggas ain't even half of him
Big old 40 caliber, up it at a amateur
I could change the atmosphere, big time balling bachelors
I'm like, damn, what? Shorty crazy
Thirteen with a 380
In the kitchen whipping up a baby
Me and my gang bigger than the Navy
If I up that fye, and swing that stick they gone think that I'm crazy
Walking with that 9, I keep a blick, is you f*cking crazy
I'm gone get that shit off, nigga, f*ck a narc
C-Ball went to Buddy Land, the dope fiend amusement park
C-Ball, you went deep inside that water, then you seen a shark
C-Ball, be on point be on Bullseye just like a dart
Hold on, wait and jit will sell his life for some f*cking ice
Uh and it wasn't supposed to be like this no, I'm not living right
Hold on, I just dropped 200 in the club, that shit was light
Lil Mavo C-Ball Escobar keep blickies and he slide with fyes
Jit will sell his soul for a brick of gold
I been getting money, nigga, this shit getting old
Walk down, fake shot
Walk down, fake shot a nigga cause he getting bold
I could start a genocide, a massacre
Pull up into Tarantula niggas ain't even half of him
Big old 40 caliber, up it at a amateur
I could change the atmosphere, big time balling bachelors