Murder He Wrote (feat. Scrim)

Woah Hit the road Windows frozen I'm ghost Overdose Do the most When I pour Murder he wrote, wrote Full of that dope, dope Get smoked, smoked Eye through the scope, scope Riding low, low Sitting on low pro They holla woah woah When I hit the north shore In my zone, zone Eyes on the po, po Savage mode, mode Lil cut-throat, throat You know I'm riding With my head up high Another day they Tryna take my pride Step aside Let me fortify Aye Bust they head, with the forty-five Hot drop Drop top Top drop Bullets dropping 'cause they hot Slicky empty out the clip You see these cuts on my wrist Life a bitch Knife slit God-damn, I can't lie, I'm fucking sick Purple got me feeling funny Blood money Fifty thousand dollar diamonds I ain't bust out yet Creeping, you can't see me ducking In the corner Paint wet With that choppa on my lap That's a bet Hit the road Windows frozen I'm ghost Overdose Do the most When I pour Murder he wrote, wrote Full of that dope, dope Get smoked, smoked Eye through the scope, scope Riding low, low Sitting on low pro They holla woah woah When I hit the north shore In my zone, zone Eyes on the po, po Savage mode, mode Lil cut-throat, throat Break me down to pieces You know all my rights, yeah I could never change up Never switch my side, yeah Split a couple xans Till we feel alright, yeah Smoking out the pound Oh, that's they feature price, yeah When I die, bury me where they don't go Pull up cold on the scene With my eyes low Savage mode, cut-throat, let em know (Let em know!) Let 'em know I want that Mother fucking smoke, smoke I been outchea getting throwed On the northside Family changing, people dying But it's alright Money coming, money going That's the life right? Right, right, right Always sipping on my problems Need some hi-tech Wipe your tears in your eyes You can't break that Keep it real Keep it a hundo You ain't 'bout that Say lil bro I got you 'til my fucking life black Hit the road Windows frozen And I'm ghost Overdose Do the most When I pour Murder he wrote, wrote Full of that dope, dope Get smoked, smoked Eye through the scope, scope Riding low, low Sitting on low pro They holla woah, woah When I hit the north shore In my zone, zone Eyes on the po, po Savage mode, mode Lil cut-throat, throat You know I'm riding With my head up high Another day they Tryna take my pride Step aside Let me fortify Bust a hit for the forty-five