I really live what I talk about
Watch your mouth
Got the glock in my back
And I will knock you out
Don't let me catch you lacking
Nigga you ain't got the nerve
Talking on the apps
I'll leave you on the f*cking curve
Murder, Murder, Murder, Murder, Murder
I done seen a lot of
Homies get they bodies dropped
Late at night in my car
Thinking in my head
I get a text that my
Homie is now dead
I called up bro trinna check on him, "Are you good?"
This is one reason why
I need to leave the hood
He crying on the phone
Saying, "Where my brother at?"
I don't know bro
Calm down just relax
You gotta keep your stack nigga
They plottin' on your back
Cuz you got a rack nigga
Ain't no going back
45 to his head
Leave this nigga dead
Call the meds
But not the f*cking feds
Shit is burning
People get to lerking aye
Bodies drops
Send shots
Murder rate who?
Look outside
Close your eyes
I'm coming straight for you
Bodies drops
Send shots
Murder rate who?
Look outside
Close your eyes
I'm coming straight for you
Bodies drops
Send shots
Murder rate who?
Look outside
Close your eyes
I'm coming straight for you
Bodies drops
Send shots
Murder rate who?
Look outside
Close your eyes
I'm coming straight for you
You know you gonna die today
I got the tool sitting on my waste
I want you dead on my own paste
I catch the case and I do the race
You know you gonna die today
I got the tool sitting on my waste
I want you dead on my own paste
I catch the case and I do the race
Bodies drops
Send shots
Murder rate who?
Look outside
Close your eyes
I'm coming straight for you
Bodies drops
Send shots
Murder rate who?
Look outside
Close your eyes
I'm coming straight for you
Bodies drops
Send shots
Murder rate who?
Look outside
Close your eyes
I'm coming straight for you
Bodies drops
Send shots
Murder rate who?
Look outside
Close your eyes
I'm coming straight for you
Niggas bitches out here bruh
Ain't talking shit bruh
Ain't killing shit
I'm a certified steppa foh on my soul
Y'all don't be on shit
When y'all see me in person
Y'all don't say shit to me in my Mother f*cking face bro
On my soul
Ion give no f*ck
Bout your life
Rahhh!
You get killed bruh
Gone get your ass step on nigga
Tae go grab that thing bitch
CGE, MSO shit man
Don't ever speak on my brother man on my soul
Aghhh!
Gone get your ass killed bruh
Aghhh
Let me get out this booth
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I really live what I talk about
Watch your mouth
Got the glock in my back
And I will knock you out
Don't let me catch you lacking
Nigga you ain't got the nerve
Talking on the apps
I'll leave you on the f*cking curve
Murder, Murder, Murder, Murder, Murder
I done seen a lot of
Homies get they bodies dropped
Late at night in my car
Thinking in my head
I get a text that my
Homie is now dead
I called up bro trinna check on him, "Are you good?"
This is one reason why
I need to leave the hood
He crying on the phone
Saying, "Where my brother at?"
I don't know bro
Calm down just relax
You gotta keep your stack nigga
They plottin' on your back
Cuz you got a rack nigga
Ain't no going back
45 to his head
Leave this nigga dead
Call the meds
But not the f*cking feds
Shit is burning
People get to lerking aye
Bodies drops
Send shots
Murder rate who?
Look outside
Close your eyes
I'm coming straight for you
Bodies drops
Send shots
Murder rate who?
Look outside
Close your eyes
I'm coming straight for you
Bodies drops
Send shots
Murder rate who?
Look outside
Close your eyes
I'm coming straight for you
Bodies drops
Send shots
Murder rate who?
Look outside
Close your eyes
I'm coming straight for you
You know you gonna die today
I got the tool sitting on my waste
I want you dead on my own paste
I catch the case and I do the race
You know you gonna die today
I got the tool sitting on my waste
I want you dead on my own paste
I catch the case and I do the race
Bodies drops
Send shots
Murder rate who?
Look outside
Close your eyes
I'm coming straight for you
Bodies drops
Send shots
Murder rate who?
Look outside
Close your eyes
I'm coming straight for you
Bodies drops
Send shots
Murder rate who?
Look outside
Close your eyes
I'm coming straight for you
Bodies drops
Send shots
Murder rate who?
Look outside
Close your eyes
I'm coming straight for you
Niggas bitches out here bruh
Ain't talking shit bruh
Ain't killing shit
I'm a certified steppa foh on my soul
Y'all don't be on shit
When y'all see me in person
Y'all don't say shit to me in my Mother f*cking face bro
On my soul
Ion give no f*ck
Bout your life
Rahhh!
You get killed bruh
Gone get your ass step on nigga
Tae go grab that thing bitch
CGE, MSO shit man
Don't ever speak on my brother man on my soul
Aghhh!
Gone get your ass killed bruh
Aghhh
Let me get out this booth
Watch your mouth
Got the glock in my back
And I will knock you out
Don't let me catch you lacking
Nigga you ain't got the nerve
Talking on the apps
I'll leave you on the f*cking curve
Murder, Murder, Murder, Murder, Murder
I done seen a lot of
Homies get they bodies dropped
Late at night in my car
Thinking in my head
I get a text that my
Homie is now dead
I called up bro trinna check on him, "Are you good?"
This is one reason why
I need to leave the hood
He crying on the phone
Saying, "Where my brother at?"
I don't know bro
Calm down just relax
You gotta keep your stack nigga
They plottin' on your back
Cuz you got a rack nigga
Ain't no going back
45 to his head
Leave this nigga dead
Call the meds
But not the f*cking feds
Shit is burning
People get to lerking aye
Bodies drops
Send shots
Murder rate who?
Look outside
Close your eyes
I'm coming straight for you
Bodies drops
Send shots
Murder rate who?
Look outside
Close your eyes
I'm coming straight for you
Bodies drops
Send shots
Murder rate who?
Look outside
Close your eyes
I'm coming straight for you
Bodies drops
Send shots
Murder rate who?
Look outside
Close your eyes
I'm coming straight for you
You know you gonna die today
I got the tool sitting on my waste
I want you dead on my own paste
I catch the case and I do the race
You know you gonna die today
I got the tool sitting on my waste
I want you dead on my own paste
I catch the case and I do the race
Bodies drops
Send shots
Murder rate who?
Look outside
Close your eyes
I'm coming straight for you
Bodies drops
Send shots
Murder rate who?
Look outside
Close your eyes
I'm coming straight for you
Bodies drops
Send shots
Murder rate who?
Look outside
Close your eyes
I'm coming straight for you
Bodies drops
Send shots
Murder rate who?
Look outside
Close your eyes
I'm coming straight for you
Niggas bitches out here bruh
Ain't talking shit bruh
Ain't killing shit
I'm a certified steppa foh on my soul
Y'all don't be on shit
When y'all see me in person
Y'all don't say shit to me in my Mother f*cking face bro
On my soul
Ion give no f*ck
Bout your life
Rahhh!
You get killed bruh
Gone get your ass step on nigga
Tae go grab that thing bitch
CGE, MSO shit man
Don't ever speak on my brother man on my soul
Aghhh!
Gone get your ass killed bruh
Aghhh
Let me get out this booth
Writer: Percy Cates V
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid