MURDER RATE lyrics

[Intro]
Ginseng

[Chorus]
OT sh*t, OT sh*t
OT sh*t, OT sh*t
OT sh*t, OT sh*t (Okay, okay, okay, okay)
OT sh*t, OT sh*t (Okay, okay, okay, okay, yeah, ayy)

[Verse]
Want my bread, I got plenty so they want me dead
I'm the best, all these n*ggas tryna break my neck (My neck)
As I said, you might find your b*tch inside my bed ('Side my bed, b*tch)
I won't rest 'til these n*ggas fill my brain with lead (Lead, yeah)
As I prance, I like showing all my diamonds dance
Peep my stance, all you pussies tryna catch a glance (Catch a glance, b*tch)
She said, "What you sipping on? I want some in my glass" (In my glass, b*tch)
Sorry, baby, I can't share this if you got no ass (Got no ass, b*tch)
It's cool, if you hate me, b*tch (Hate me, b*tch)
Got you crying like a motherf*cking baby, b*tch (Like a baby, b*tch)
How the f*ck you thought you was gon' be my lady, b*tch? (My lady, b*tch)
If you talking 'bout you tryna have a baby, b*tch (Have a baby, b*tch)
I ain't a fool, you can't play me, b*tch
Want my digits, you gon' have to f*cking pay me, b*tch (Pay me, b*tch)
Now she tryna tell me that she want a f*cking pic
Only take a pic if shawty down to suck some di*k
Most you n*ggas acting like you kinda scared of me (I ain't pus*y)
Got you shaking 'cause you never got ahead of me (Ahead of me)
All the sh*t ain't really what it all appear to be (All appeared)
Stop the talking, pus*y, all you n*ggas mini me's
Your baby texting me like, "Can you book a telly please?"
I don't hesitate to give you all these luxuries (All these luxuries)
Got these n*ggas talking and these b*tches on they knees (On they knees, b*tch)
Want you motherf*ckers off my di*k, pretty please, yeah I say
[Interlude]
Yo, say word, it's you, fam
Yo, I've been looking for you everywhere
Tell me how it's a been a crazy couple years since you dropped the album or whatever
But, yo, it's time for you to regain your throne, mans are acting soft and silly out here fam

[Chorus]
OT sh*t, OT sh*t
OT sh*t, OT sh*t
OT sh*t, OT sh*t
OT sh*t, OT sh*t