Video Musik
Video Musik
Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Snotty Nose Rez Kids
Performer
Travis Thompson
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Travis Thompson
Composer
Quinton Nyce
Composer
Darren Metz
Composer
Brodie Metcalfe
Composer
Chris Ju
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Teezio
Mixing Engineer
Joao Carvalho
Mastering Engineer
Brodie Metcalfe
Producer
Kato On The Track
Producer
Yung Trybez
Producer
Young D
Producer
Kato
Producer
Lirik
[Verse 1]
Aye, dis murder she wrote
Pen game stupid, get lost in the notes
And it's cold where we from, minus twenty no joke
Lemme get a lil' soak in the river, lemme float like
Uh, lil' boat, lil' boat, lemme boast
Goddamn, you da most
Baahhaahhaa, that's G.O.A.T talk, bro
Baahhaahhaa, that's a quote for you, bro
[Verse 2]
I been going wit' the flow, white gold when I piss
One thing about me, boy, I ain't never miss
I got water in my veins, I got money in my bank
I just had a lil drank, now I'm talking witta lisp
Like aye, yo, say it ain't so
Heard you still mad, bro, it's getting kinda old
And it's getting kinda cold, lemme take a lil' dip
I just filled up the tank, lemme take a lil' trip, like woo
[Chorus]
Yeah, murder she wrote
You killing me, smalls, I'm more deadly than dope
Like woo, yeah, murder she wrote
Sliding my finger right under my throat like (Woo, yeah)
[Chorus]
Murder she wrote
We in 'dis fa life, murder she wrote (Woo, ya)
Murder she wrote
She cut like a knife, murder she wrote, like woo
[Verse 3]
Yeah
Murder she wrote, it was manslaughter
A lot of schemes, dreams, smoking on my man Prada
Travel budget, passport stamp hoarder
Film it on the camcorder, baby, show me something I ain't see yet
Wave started, you ain't get your feet wet
Ten toes on the cement, where you sea legs?
The boy, who the pick instead of you
Say you talking money? Shit, way ahead of you
Kick shit like FC's, I show up for set fees
Cult leader, portrait on the flesh, so she rep me
Whole fam cute, got a blessed tree
Facts
I need more action and less speak
I'm about that right now, I show up, it's lights out
Live an unemployed paid ass lifestyle
They gotta talk to me nice now
Murder she wrote, it ain't nothin I'ma fight about
[Chorus]
Yeah, murder she wrote
You killing me, smalls, I'm more deadly than dope
Like woo, yeah, murder she wrote
Sliding my finger right under my throat like (Woo, yeah)
[Chorus]
Murder she wrote
We in 'dis fa life, murder she wrote (Woo, yeah)
Murder she wrote
She cut like a knife, murder she wrote, like woo
[Verse 4]
Bruh, murder she wrote
Yeah, ah, murder she wrote
Aye, yo, this murder she wrote
Aye, yo, it's murder she wrote
[Verse 5]
Hume
Told my baby that we on (Yeah)
I'm a Boujee Native, baby, tell me what you want
Now we getting money, we can spend it how we want
Little Italy to Italy, my baby girl, we gone
I'ma speak the truth whenever I get on Patrón (Yeah)
If I'm being honest, I can't promise that I won't
Ha
I'm tired of being modest, neechie, tell me am I wrong?
Nope
I'm high up where 2Pac is, leave a message at the tone
[Verse 6]
Hume
Treat myself today
Got a real ass neechie in the house today
Yeah, like
Hmm, shimmy yam, shimmy yay
Look, I been raw raw like I never bag it up, okay (Mmm)
[Verse 7]
Uh, drippy like WAP (Wap, wap, wap)
Long hair, no small talk
Small talk
I do the damn thang in my coat
Till the fat lady sing, this a murder she wrote, ya'll know
[Chorus]
Yeah, murder she wrote
You killing me, smalls, I'm more deadly than dope
Like woo, yeah, murder she wrote
Sliding my finger right under my throat like (Woo, yeah)
[Chorus]
Murder she wrote
We in 'dis fa life, murder she wrote (Woo, yeah)
Murder she wrote
She cut like a knife, murder she wrote, like woo
Written by: Brodie Metcalfe, Chris Ju, Darren Metz, Quinton Nyce, Travis Thompson