Murder Bitch

Baby be my murder bitch Show me that you lay down in that cut and let that 30 hit I been rapping in my sleep, I think that I'm too build for this Ion think they told you but these fuck niggas get kilt for diss You caught that body and got in that room And fold up like some pretzel sticks (Glah glah glah glah glah) I feel like nardo wick Spinning back to back Ion give a fuck, they should've never started shit Smoke pole Make yo baby mama eat the dick, You know her throat sold All these niggas trailing on the gang, They gone get slumped over Riding the beat like rollercoaster See me in a Walmart You know I got that 30 poking Treat his head like a bag of snacks Imma leave it open Ruthless boy I don't give a fuck about them IG posts Fatality Make that lil hoe eat the dick That lil bitch tryna marry me I heard I'm the biggest opp Tell them pussies bury me Bitch I'm with lil biggie, we leave his head swole Like a fucking piggy How I'm worth some Ms when I was just down bad With a fucking penny Oh you with my bitch again, I swear imma send that blitz again Niggas know bout anti Know that 5 be my favorite gen (Blah blah) Imma have lil brodie dem just rock out like some rock stars Trackhawk with a kick Imma snatch off on a cop car That boy say he want smoke with me, Imma gone and hit up baby nard We can't get that pussy nigga, I'm in his old lady yard Screaming fuck the other side Told y'all he ain't a real stepper, That's how that boy lil brother died He copped out If we go to a show, we finna bring like every Glock out Get his baby and put that boy in a oven like a pot pie You got all my drops, pussy boy why you ain't pop out? Leave the hill wet Yeah you know we brung them mops out Think I'm from New Orleans, I get shit boiling like a bowl of noodles Black truck with them tints and that stick, that's my favorite Uber High speed Bitch I'm with big ant, we in that cat, how y'all gon stop me? Hit her from the back, pussy wetter than some Mac and cheese Please give me that mac 11 I keep telling these pussy niggas, Ion think I'm going to heaven I went on drill with timbs and I left blood on them Bury yo big homie, yeah it's time to throw some mud on him In the ground, suppressor on my Glock no it won't make a sound Move around Imma spin this bitch til y'all go out of town Miami trips Yeah we having 40s with the 30 clips Let it rip Treat him like a beyblade, imma get him slipped Bitch boy Yeah im rich as hell You can tell by my new fit boy Yeah you fucked that bitch But she still gone eat my dick boy If I shed a tear, tell the bro to shoot me in the head I'm some like a deer, get to ramming shit like fucking [?] Y'all ain't spinning shit Need to get back for that other hit Treat em like some grits Get the pot and get to stirring shit You riding with lil anti so you better have yo 30 bitch Leaving shit on stand by Swear to god that I don't care bout shit You done put my name in a song, now let's get it on 4-5 with the grip, I let it rip, that's my favorite chrome How I'm just 17, but I got M's, finna let 'em see 'em Oh he having smoke with the label, I wouldn't wanna be him Time to the tracker on his car and meet his baby mama I smoke all the opps in the city, call me baby stoner We brung us a bag to the yo, time to roll it up If a nigga still stealing cars, he can't fuck with us Man that shit played out, I had to bitch laid out Tell em free lil [?], I think he got like 30 days now She say boy you tweaking, bitch I'm geeking off this adderall I might shoot the deacon, I don't give a fuck about praying to god This shit out my head, I think anti is a fucking sped Roll them niggas up, all the opps Yeah they fucking dead (Smack smack) Nigga play with me, I swear to god I get em peeled back Bags in the loft, you can call this bitch the real shack Come and get yo pound from me I ain't never spinning blocks again, I'm tryna get on feet Bet not be a set up, this on gang everything get wet up Switch on every Glock, plus they hold a 50, don't get popped Mama told me since I was a jit, I was popping tops Bitch I got a 30 and a switch on this exotic Glock Yeah I'm with young menace, pull a nigga teeth like fucking dentist Lil bitch say she pregnant, bitch I hit you with a fucking jimmy They say anti chill you lit for real, but im blood man I was at the bottom, bitch I got it out the mud man Opps been clicking up, man I heard y'all boys then locked in Studio all night, yeah the whole gang we clocked in Spin boy, you know who you is You bet not get back in that bens boy Fucked yo bitch, just like a opp, I told her I ain't yo friend whore Yeah we riding [?] Yeah I got that simmy tucked Yeah I'm rich as hell, I'll spin em in a Bentley truck Aye 2, keep having a Glock I swear to god these niggas hate you Nigga play with me, imma pull em like a fake tooth Step step Put em on a counter, chop em up Bitch imma fucking chef Yeah the streets just like a game, you know imma whack the ref Niggas think lil anti lame, swear to god they gone meet they death See how they pull it, swear to god that imma fucking shoot Man you pussy as hell nigga, who the fuck is you? 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