Murder Genie lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayo, Carter, you gone crazy)
Murder Genie
(YPM, you gotta blow)
You know, what the f*ck? Murder Genie
(RichieTheGod)
Grant your wish, I get n*gga poofed
I get n*gga gone, all type sh*t

[Verse]
Uh, grant your wish, I get a n*gga gone, b*tch, I'm the Murder Genie (Ooh)
I'm one of the first to walk with the ARP in the mall, I know you see it
Ayy, I'm on live, I'm takin' my pictures with fans and sh*t
Ayy, they don't even I got the chop in my pants and sh*t (Shh)
Ayy, they don't even know that I'm back (Gang), that n*gga play on some sh*t
Ayy, don't give a f*ck where we at, I crash on cam' and sh*t
Come take a pic
Uh, we was in Charlotte, we went to a college, we beat up a n*gga on campus sh*t (On campus, n*gga)
Ayy, you never dropped no ten and have 'em young n*ggas go spin in the bend (Star)
And if they missed it, spin it again (Skrrt)
Ayy, I been the same ever since I was ten
Uh, ten, uh, ten, uh, ten, uh
Don't give a f*ck if we friends (Nah)
Don't give a f*ck if we kin (What?)
Don't give a f*ck if you friends with her
Ayy, f*ck that b*tch, I'm bendin' her
Uh, ho tryna act like a ten or somethin'
I ain't even let that b*tch in to f*ck
Ayy, I ain't even hit, my brother hit, that was her way tryna get in with us (Ah, ha)
Uh, bust down watch, my diamonds hit, they love YB', he fresh as f*ck (Ice)
Ayy, these n*ggas' money ain't addin' up (Nah)
At seventeen, I seen a hundred, these n*ggas at twenty that ain't even have front that
Ayy, the last n*gga died, tried to play with us, that's why these n*ggas don't laught at us
Ayy, n*gga say they want my head and whoever with me, they say they gon' casket us
Ayy, I like to hop out and shoot a n*gga while I'm smlin', lil' n*gga, I laugh and bust
Ayy, I send a hit, get a f*ck n*gga hit, lil' n*gga don't come with no force at us (Nah)
Ayy, how the f*ck you tryna hang in the streets with a n*gga? You wasn't on the porch with us
You wasn't in the field and the war with us
Ayy, tropical day, tryna torture somethin'
Ayy, b*tch, you wasn't throwin' up Torch with us
Ayy, in the middle of the summer, still rockin' a hoodie 'cause we kept that torch with us (Flame)
Ayy, n*ggas always throwin' shots when they on the 'Gram, they mad they can't f*ck with us (Gang)
Ayy, haha, ayy, laugh in a f*ck n*gga, haha
You mad that I f*cked, n*gga? (Why, I)
Would I get mad 'bout a b*tch that I hit and you keep that sl*t, n*gga? (Explain it)
Ain't no Megan, I tell her to do the crybaby whenever we f*ck, n*gga (Crybaby)
Uh, these n*ggas be hatin', I see why they mad, they see that I'm up, n*gga (Up, n*gga)
Yeah, they see that my bucks bigger (What?)
Yeah, they see that I'm up, n*gga (What else?)
When we in the club, they sippin' on shots, but when they look over, my cup bigger (Ayy, bigger, my cup bigger, n*gga)
Yeah, they know my cup bigger (I don't know what the f*ck wrong with these—)
Yeah, but I ain't no f*ck n*gga
Ayy, you get the boot if my n*ggas don't f*ck with you, you know I don't give a f*ck, n*gga
[Outro]
I ain't never been no f*ck n*gga, I ain't never been no ho
Murder Genie, n*gga, I'm the one who gon' take your soul
Ayy, demon talk
Ayy, tryna win, but I'll still knock you off
Clatt