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Murda on the beat, so it's not nice I done mixed murder wit' that beef, it ain't turn out nice (oh-yeah) I call these niggas Tony Tiger tryna earn they stripes Them boys caught deuces when we spit, I'm shootin' with precise I'm in his head just like a dread, or better yet, some lice I done mixed murder wit' that beef, it ain't turn out nice I call these niggas Tony Tiger tryna earn they stripes Them boys caught deuces when we spit, I'm shootin' with precise I'm in his head just like a dread, or better yet, some lice Niggas talkin' brazy, so fugazi, 'cause I signed to Baby Bitch, you gotta pay me, ain't no maybe, that 2000s baby I just wanna blow, but all these folks, they tryna fuckin' play me If I kick the door, good Lord, I know the consequence I'm makin' Sent 'em up the road like why you had 200 fuckin' sayin'? Six off to the dome 'cause niggas told, the statements, yeah they made it Tryna paint a picture but don't got the paintbrushes to paint it Crackers tryna frame me, behind my day one, I can't fuckin' claim it Got tired of all that dissin', this and that, tryna give the whack My nigga hollerin' 10-4, roger that, I trick or treat him back Halloween my fire gon' ha-ha that, intercept the sack No Cover 3, I let them dogs attack, we gon' sic on that I done mixed murder wit' that beef, it ain't turn out nice (oh-yeah) I call these niggas Tony Tiger tryna earn they stripes Them boys caught deuces when we spit, I'm shootin' with precise I'm in his head just like a dread, or better yet, some lice I done mixed murder wit' that beef, it ain't turn out nice I call these niggas Tony Tiger tryna earn they stripes Them boys caught deuces when we spit, I'm shootin' with precise I'm in his head just like a dread, or better yet, some lice Contemplatin' on some bodies 'cause I got me some enemies Only real niggas in my circle, I don't do the frenemies Bitch, you know I'm Shotta Fam, and you niggas ain't no kin to me Crew of niggas talkin' down, so I'm goin' on a killin' spree Brand-new Draco, got a 50 round, I love how it sound Just like Yung Joc, if he play around, then it's goin' down I'm an East Memphis baby, all they do is move them pounds I'm exposin' all these niggas 'cause these niggas really clowns That nigga jumped in the water, it was too deep I just got me a Glock, that's a .23 A brand-new choppa, finna kick it, hold .223's And when I bust it, I'ma send a nigga six feet deep, yeah I done mixed murder wit' that beef, it ain't turn out nice (oh-yeah) I call these niggas Tony Tiger tryna earn they stripes Them boys caught deuces when we spit, I'm shootin' with precise I'm in his head just like a dread, or better yet, some lice I done mixed murder wit' that beef, it ain't turn out nice I call these niggas Tony Tiger tryna earn they stripes Them boys caught deuces when we spit, I'm shootin' with precise I'm in his head just like a dread, or better yet, some lice
Writer(s): Shane Lindstrom, Jacquavius Smith, Nasir Moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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