Murder 1 lyrics

Fresh out of the county just beat a murder one
If they asking don't speak on sh*t cause we ain't heard of none
He see a play just like a frog and he gone hurdle some
And if that boy can give it up gone be a murder one
He got that bag like where the f*ck he get that money from
Toe taggin but when they ask he out here playing dumb
No Nick Cannon but little whoadie walking with a drum
A few bodies under his belt got plenty more to come
We on fye we the hottest sh*t under the sun
I won't lie if I up it like Forest he run
Greenlight I won't stop until that sh*t be done
No Houdini but I know a few tricks with this gun
My n*gga bucking his probation now he on the run
He got a curfew but be up way before the sun
Doing the wolf gone get cheese yeah they be stacking funds
I kept vagina with a b*tch cause all he know is bonds
I love my baby momma so I filled her up with semen
Cause she get down on her knees and bless me like I'm Jesus
But I can't ever keep a b*tch cause I be out here cheating
Say what's your purpose but I just do it for no reason
Remember turping through the nights when me and Kai was scheming
I was scared to go to sleep cause I be fighting demons
Gave it my all and I got cut I couldn't believe it
That sh*t done hurt me to my heart they left a n*gga bleeding
But now I'm balling on these n*ggas do it every season
This sh*t was too good to be true I felt like I been dreaming
I was the one asking for sh*t but now these n*ggas need it
But I done take off like a rocket I'm way off in Venus
And it's enough food on this table we can all eat
Just stay 10 toes down just like some small feet
My n*ggas trapping through the day but do it all week
Boy he got the deals on the reefer and they all cheap
Quin on facetime with some b*tches and they all freaks
I know that they gone f*ck so I'm dropping all meat
Gon head and try your luck a pus*y ain't gone cross me
Talking like he tough I know wassup that's when he lost me
See it with your chest pus*y n*gga like a man do
Give that Glock a chair and I'll show you what these hands do
Then we can shoot it out and I'm gone blow just like a fan too
My n*gga we got bigs sticks and drums like a band too
Wet a n*gga block up leave his squad like Shamu
Clip full of old shells but this glizzy brand new
Cheating on these n*ggas and I'm still on a bantu
They wonder if he's signed hell nah but I plan to