Murder House lyrics

[Intro: Tate & Violet]
-one after my dad left, I was... ten, I think
Last week, first day at my new school, sucks
Westfield, right? The worst, I got thrown out of there
I hate it here, I hate everyone
All their boujee, designer bullsh*t
East Coast was much cooler, I mean, at least we had weather
I love it when the leaves change
Yea, me too
Why'd you move here
My dad had an affair
My mom literally caught him in the act
It’s horrible

[Chorus]
Dracos long and it's finna go down
I spent too many bands, they wеight down
Keep me a K, 'cause they еnvy them
Everybody tryna command me now
And these n*ggas know I don’t f*ck with them
They hating, they mad, they wan' f*ck with us
I stack up the bag and I double up
Got too many hoes in the Bentley truck
Me and Gang, we go way back
I just pulled off in a Maybach
You don't get bands just say that (Yea)
b*tch talking sh*t we don't play that (Damn)
Wiping they nose got to say slatt (Damn)
Going up, you can not stop that (Damn)
Just like a weave, I'ma snatch that (Yea)
[Verse]
Yea, delirious as f*ck right now, mmhmm
Told her, "I don't give a f*ck right now", mmhmm
I told her, "I want them bucks right now"
Told you that I want the cash right now
Told you that I want the bag right now
These n*ggas going so sad, it's sad (It's sad)
My sons talk to me, they tell me like "Dad"
B-Burberry rocking flag
These n*ggas be rocking them clothes (Them clothes), I still see the tags (Tags)
Tell that lil’ ho, you can’t talk to me
Run u-Run up them bands, got them [?] for free
You want the verse then you paying me
Two guns, feel like Max Payne
People think I'm going insane
I know my young n*gga miss me
I’m begging my mom, counting hella cheese
Got n*ggas on Methamphetamine
You getting no bands, whatchu telling me?
You say you want 'em to come back, they tellin' me (Yea)

[Bridge]
Yea, yea, yea
Aye, run up too many bands
[?] a n*gga talkin' ’bout
[Chorus]
Dracos long and it's finna go down
I spent too many bands, they weight down
Keep me a K, 'cause they envy them
Everybody tryna command me now
And these n*ggas know I don't f*ck with them
They hating, they mad, they wan' f*ck with us
I stack up the bag and I double up
Got too many hoes in the Bentley truck
Me and Gang, we go way back
I just pulled off in a Maybach
You don't get bands just say that (Yea)
b*tch talking sh*t we don't play that (Damn)
Wiping they nose got to say slatt (Damn)
Going up, you can not stop that (Damn)
Just like a weave, I'ma snatch that (Yea)