Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew O'Brien
Andrew O'Brien
Songwriter
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Jesus Bobe
Jesus Bobe
Songwriter
Nicholas Solis
Nicholas Solis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Liam Eagan
Liam Eagan
Assistant Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Ayo B
Ayo B
Producer
Dr. Zeuz
Dr. Zeuz
Producer
Denzel Richards
Denzel Richards
Recording Engineer
Dyryk
Dyryk
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Murder mystery
Homicides, it don't mean shit to me
Mamas cry, the pain I feel to see
Unreal, but death can't stick to me
Murder magnet
Murder mystery
Homicides, it don't mean shit to me
Mamas cry, the pain I feel to see
Unreal, but death can't stick to me
Murder magnet
Bring your soul to me
Know you here, the dog's howlin'
Outside your house, the reaper's callin'
Why don't you answer?
Wishin' death on me, return to sender
No matter how tall 'cause life gettin' sick and short
I pray that I ball, don't wanna be goin' to court
Whatever they plot, you know me, it won't work
They broke my heart, but the heartbreaks ain't even hurt
They sent shots this way and everybody fled
**** tryna kill me, but I'm already dead
I expand my horizons, I'm in Arizona
I don't wanna die again, especially not from no Corona
Don't let the toxicity devour who you are
'Cause you a star
You got a good heart, this industry'll sour you
When it's a privilege for them to even encounter you
Murder mystery
Homicides, it don't mean shit to me
Mamas cry, the pain I feel to see
Unreal, but death can't stick to me
Murder magnet
Murder mystery
Homicides, it don't mean shit to me
Mamas cry, the pain I feel to see
Unreal, but death can't stick to me
Murder magnet
Heard he had his dick in his mouth when they found him
I'm slidin' Hellcat, it got my heart drivin'
Pray to God he reveal everything them **** was plottin'
They keep askin' for money like I'm a money fountain
I ain't had no counselin', just some fucked up OGs
**** dissed me, woe, and I shot him, he told on me
I pop Percs and pop pistols, but I don't smoke and don't drink
Every time they got a death wish, they call on me
I take care of the hood 'cause I know sometimes it get hard
'Fore I let a **** kill me, I'll go out like Big Scarr
Breakin' hearts, tearin' families apart
I'm the Valentine massacre
I got murders you ain't hear about
I got murders they could never solve
Can't wait till my brother Cool get out, it's been a whole ten
I know you can't believe it all, I'm a grown man
Murder mystery
Homicides, it don't mean shit to me
Mamas cry, the pain I feel to see
Unreal, but death can't stick to me
Murder magnet
Murder mystery
Homicides, it don't mean shit to me
Mamas cry, the pain I feel to see
Unreal, but death can't stick to me
Murder magnet
Written by: Andrew O'Brien, Bill K. Kapri, Jesus Bobe, Nicholas Solis
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