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Blueface - “Murder Rate” feat. Polo G (Official Music Video - WSHH Exclusive)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blueface
Blueface
Vocals
Polo G
Polo G
Vocals
Big Head
Big Head
Programming
manzo
manzo
Programming
Synco
Synco
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
manzo
manzo
Composer
Johnathan Michael Porter
Johnathan Michael Porter
Composer
Alexander Wu
Alexander Wu
Composer
Taurus Bartlett
Taurus Bartlett
Composer
Brenden Murray
Brenden Murray
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Big Head
Big Head
Producer
manzo
manzo
Producer
Synco
Synco
Producer
Steve "Steve B" Baughman
Steve "Steve B" Baughman
Mastering Engineer
Mauricio Iragorri
Mauricio Iragorri
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Shout out my nigga Synco) (Ooh, Bighead on the beat) I done lost 8K at the telly, was gone off the Xannys, I took about three nap Out in Malibu cappin' off X, and I crashed the i8, I just hope I don't relapse That lil' nigga ain't livin' what he rap When we pop out, bitch, you know that we strapped Let off clips on your block, let the heat clap I'm not gon' turn on the news for a recap Ayy, damn, foenem got the jakes hot in the hood again My lil' shawty done tied up his hood again Let him pick out his pipe and he took the SIG Say he want somethin' new in his 'Wood again Leave a nigga somewhere that he shouldn't have been Told him, "Go fuck with they block and spazz" "I don't wanna hear what you could've did" Fifty (Fifty), shots (Graow) Mini-man in a mini van (Mini-man) Blueface, baby (Yeah, aight) Polo, G-Wagen (2020) Keep it on me in case Joe try to butt in (Hah) I hop out a luxury bustin' (Bustin') I get you hit from London (London) For a hundred, they gon' shoot a hundred Ha-ha, he got chipped like a Funyun (Ooh) Now he dead and I'm dickin' his pumpkin (Pumpkin) Ayy, ooh (Woo), she blowin' dick like a trumpet (Ooh) Bitch, don't call me for nothin' (Nothin') I ain't comin' 'less I'm cummin' (Bustin') Drive the boat like a bucket (Ha-ha) I put dick in her stomach Fuck a bitch in the back of the Hummer truck Arch her back, now I'm fuckin' her stomach up We gon' lose it if one of our brothers touched So you don't want a problem with none of us He gon' lay on the ground like, "Why me?" 'Cause this 40 gon' rock him like Kyrie Paramedics, he hooked to an IV All of my niggas cappin', so why tweak? Ayy, fuck a tweet and a sub, I'd rather hop out with a sub (Grraow) I'ma visit him up, put thirty and forty, but he got hit with a dub (Twenty) I get him hit for a dub (A dub), pull up to Chase and I wire the plug Came in the truck, but we bounce out the bus Chase no ho, I pull up to fuck (Woah) Came in the clutch, so I got her a clutch (Clutch) I don't get searched when I walk in the club (Yeah) Pay 1K for a cut She ain't got a butt, so I bought her a butt Public defender, had lunch with the judge (Public) The sentence is twenty, give my lawyer a dub I'm on probation (So what?), still keep the pump Act up in this bitch, you get spilled like a cup (Ugh)
Writer(s): Cash Jones, Taurus Bartlett, Money Mack, Johnathan Porter, Alexander Wu, Cinco Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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