Neo Massacre

M-M-Mexicopremio
Ha

Making a scene, there's blood on my hands
Slaying for P's, stains on my bands (Yeah)
Run straight to the bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag
Go out with a bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Making a scene, there's blood on my hands
Slaying for P's, stains on my bands
Run straight to the bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag
Go out with a bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

Pull up to the party, gettin' checked
Three little leng one gimme neck
I don't want no talk, I just want sex
Riding to the grave, I see what's next
Wanna die but I can't live without sex
Wanna die but I can't live without sex
Wanna die with a baddie in my bed
See the sky with the blood moon drippin' red

Making a scene, there's blood on my hands
Slaying for P's, stains on my bands
Run straight to the bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag
Go out with a bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Making a scene, there's blood on my hands
Slaying for P's, stains on my bands
Run straight to the bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag
Go out with a bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (Bitch)

If she send a text, I press next, yes
'Cause I cannot love her, I want sex, press
Broken up her heart, I want checks, chess
Gimme something more, need release for the stress
I'm stuck in limbo with the bags, we sippin' 'yac
Don't wanna cuff her but I wanna get her back
She only love me when I gave her what she lack

I only loved her when I wasn't making racks

To my place or yours
I won't let you fall
I want you to know

I won't let you go
Said she want a bad boy so I been that
What'd you expect? 'Cause the shoe done fit
Don't waste your time, I ain't wasting mine, slap
Just get the pipe then dip
You say that I take the piss
I told you I love like this
There's things that I can't resist
It's my fault that I can't commit

Front row tickets to the dunya, I'm a demon
Kick back, G, in the dark like some heathens
Never gave a fuck about a hoe but I need 'em
Yeah, you know I'm greedy, posted up

Making a scene, there's blood on my hands
Slaying for P's, stains on my bands
Run straight to the bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag
Go out with a bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Making a scene, there's blood on my hands
Slaying for P's, stains on my bands
Run straight to the bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag
Go out with a bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang