Murder Rate Music

Look Nigga Fuck they talking bout Hanging out the window, drum look like a titty Show no pitty, shoot em in his face that nigga think he 50 Plus we came with 50's, choppas make him dance like shiggy Get up wit, she got ass like iggy, rapper bitches lick me I got sticks inside the car so I'm in every city, come get with me We got Glocks and Smithys, 40 extra crispy They can't fuck with the technique, through back-blocks When we creep like Spanish bitches have my tech speak The opps in the house playing catch me, till we pull up with a cocktail bomb funeral next week Blow the house up, shoot yo spouse up, now what Chop up the bodies like it was cold cuts, Lethal and we cut-less We sliding out the bucket, fish bowl cause we like fuck it Pistols nucking and they bucking Oh yo chain you better tuck it, came with luggage I don't trust them niggas over there, but I ain't Uncle Ruckus This bitch sing like David Ruffing nigga Had to say it again cause I don't fuck with niggas 600 and them they be my brothers nigga You off that acid and I ain't talking Pepsi I be flexing on these niggas like i'm playing wrestling All my bitches mad at me, they say I neglected I'm known for skating on that ice, bitch I'm Wayne Gretzky nigga Fuck they talking about Look, Hold on Look, we a make this bitch hotter than Jamaican jerk Sixty Seven shots a really flip a fucking vert Off a perky lurking, head shot a dirty em' Close the curtain, good from the ark I think I'm Stephen Curry, get that in a hurry Cause we flipping swerving, bitch im jerking Got bag like Birken, bitch I'm back from certain The same night you dropped the diss song I got my dick sucked in the car and took yo bitch home Disrespect one of mines and you won't live long My Cig gone, we sending shots back and forth we play ping pong Rich nigga cologne, Forty on me long, sit outside yo home Choppa kickin' rip yo fucking thong, bitches in my phone Bentley grill is chrome, don't come back alone, I'm in yo house like I was Romee Rome I think I loss my mental, fascinated with pistols Fill his head with all led and I ain't talking pencils This ice on at night it a block yo visual, just like a happy family's dog I'm hanging out the window You couldn't draw this game with a set of stencils I ain't talking beds but breezo move a lot of pillows White like Kylie Kendall, you a cop just like yo dad Bitch you Eddie Winslow Nigga Fuck they talking about