Midnight Massacre

Lyrics

[Intro] (O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-Outtatown) Huh (It just causes more chaos) (Commit more chaos) Huh (I need more chaos) (There's more chaos than ever before) Huh-huh-huh (I'm an agent of chaos) Huh-huh-huh Huh (Hehe), huh-huh-huh [Verse] Huh-huh, this More Chaos I got a lot of hoes, huh, ain't got no main thot I got a lot of clothes, huh, but I ain't in the closet He reach for this upside down cross, that ten mil' hit his noggin' I turn five to ten, and turn ten to a hunnid thousand I need to make a deposit, I got that money pile Now everything private, bitch, I came from public housin' Now I took off just like a rocket, too high, ain't comin' down Frrt, frrt, frrt, huh, that's that gun sound Throw them hands, I'll beat yo' ass, put yo' gun down I was a delinquent skippin' class, now I got funds now Can't go back and forth with yo' broke ass, I'm way too busy When you drive it spins, I drive with codeine Rihanna, I got Fenty, I serve it to these fiends I served the bitch the Percs, she havin' pain in her spleen EA Sports, NBA Live, I got game, I'm not green Huh, huh, pussy niggas talkin', they ain't on it Fatality, I took no damage from my opponent Fatality, these niggas get killed, put 'em in a casket I'm a Ken, I need me a Barbie, yeah, my bitch came out plastic Fuck it, I might cop me a 'Rari just to show you I can Fuck it, I might go up with racks wrapped up in rubber bands Fuck it, yeah, let's go up, this bitch might never grow up I been livin' that fast life, this shit might never slow up Huh-huh, new AP all plain, it came from Matt Will' Ain't forget about that shit, I'ma catch yo' hat still You must not know 'bout fentanyl, talkin' 'bout, "Crack kills" Even if I hit a bill', I'ma still be pushin' packs still Huh, I been pushin' work, huh-huh, but I'm not A$AP Ferg You gotta hit my other line if you want a bird I move just like Columbine, I move like The Purge Mask up, everybody dyin', this is a massacre Mask up, everybody dyin', this a massacre She heard that I fucked her good, now she want to fuck me after her Put them hoes in line, yeah Ménage with these Nicki's, fuck 'em at the same time, yeah I ain't got no feelings for these hoes, they ain't mine, yeah Everything designer If I tell her do somethin', I won't have to remind her Endorsin' these hoes, send that contract, I'm tryna sign her Sent the Double-0 racks, she ain't never got this much from her mama Ken Carson for president, huh, huh, fuck Obama Them young niggas talk 'bout they switches, this stick long like a llama Binary trigger on that bitch, she don't want no drama Ain't takin' no fit pic, I'm showin' off these commas She wanna Smackdown, I'm going Raw, ain't got no condom After we fuck, it's like we just walked out a sauna Put her in some nice shit, she used to drive a Honda Told her it's more chaos, you ain't gotta worry 'bout your trauma