I RAP ABOUT KILLING PEOPLE lyrics

[Chorus]
Hide out in the bushes by your house you can’t see me
Might commit some felonies you’ll see me on tv
I just killed an opp and then his b*tch, rinse and repeat
Stood there in your hallway with that stick, now your knees weak
If I had nuclear bombs, I would probably end the world
Imma guarantee your death you feedin’ bread to birds
Fans tell me I been making gas lil b*tch I concur
Give an opp his punishment I'll make b*tch feel like Murr

[Verse 1]
b*tch I rap about killin’ people I f*ckin mean that
Tryna get my hands on some chronic I f*ckin’ need that
Make my fans go f*ckin’ psychotic yellin’ “release that”
I just made one billion dollars you can’t exceed that
Pull up on you with the muhf*ckin’ gun
I might empty out the f*ckin clip, lil b*tch
Why you been hatin’ when im makin’ money
I'm makin’ the checks and I’m gon’ get rich
Your baby girl been stream my sh*t
Stare down the barrel lights out thats it
Take all yo money when you buy my sh*t
When she has my kids
Imma ride for fishgang

[Bridge]
Shoutout the Fishgang
I'm boutta go stupid
Fishgang
Ay, ay, ay
[Chorus]
Hide out in the bushes by your house you can’t see me
Might commit some felonies you’ll see me on tv
I just killed an opp and then his b*tch, rinse and repeat
Stood there in your hallway with that stick, now your knees weak
If I had nuclear bombs, I would probably end the world
Imma guarantee your death you feedin’ bread to birds
Fans tell me I been making gas lil b*tch I concur
Give an opp his punishment I'll make b*tch feel like Murr

[Verse 2]
Your life been an impractical joke
All my opps is stinky they might need some motherf*ckin' soap
I’m back on my music sh*t now ain’t that motherf*ckin’ dope
Your b*tch ask to f*ck me and I told that ugly ass b*tch “nope”
I might eat that pus*y with a fork b*tch
Your Peter Griffin fat ass need liftin’ from a forklift
Hidin’ in they shells these b*tches think that they a tortoise
Tryna get more money you know I'm gonna extort it (b*tch)