Murder Rate Music lyrics

[:Intro:]
Look
n*gga
f*ck they talking bout

[:Verse]
Hanging out the window, drum look like a titty
Show no pitty, shoot em in his face that n*gga think he 50
Plus we came with 50’s, choppas make him dance like shiggy
Get up wit, she got ass like iggy, rapper b*tches lick me
I got sticks inside the car so I’m in every city, come get with me
We got Glocks and Smithys , 40 extra crispy
They can’t f*ck with the technique, through back-blocks when we creep like Spanish b*tches have my tech speak
The opps in the house playing catch me, till we pull up with a c*cktail bomb funeral next week
Blow the house up, shoot yo spouse up, now what
Chop up the bodies like it was cold cuts, Lethal and we cut-less
We sliding out the bucket, fish bowl cause we like f*ck it
Pistols nucking and they bucking
Oh yo chain you better tuck it, came with luggage
I don’t trust them n*ggas over there, but I ain’t Uncle Ruckus
This b*tch sing like David Ruffing n*gga
Had to say it again cause I don’t f*ck with n*ggas
600 and them they be my brothers n*gga
You off that acid and I ain’t talking Pepsi
I be flexing on these n*ggas like i’m playing wrestling
All my b*tches mad at me, they say I neglected
I’m known for skating on that ice, b*tch I’m Wayne Gretzky n*gga
f*ck they talking about
Look, Hold on
[Verse 2]
Look, we a make this b*tch hotter than Jamaican j*rk
Sixty Seven shots a really flip a f*cking vert
Off a perky lurking, head shot a dirty em’
Close the curtain, good from the ark
I think I’m Stephen Curry, get that in a hurry
Cause we flipping swerving, b*tch im j*rking
Got bag like Birken, b*tch I’m back from certain
The same night you dropped the diss song
I got my di*k sucked in the car and took yo b*tch home
Disrespect one of mines and you won’t live long
My Cig gone, we sending shots back and forth we play ping pong
Rich n*gga cologne, Forty on me long, sit outside yo home
Choppa kickin’ rip yo f*cking thong, b*tches in my phone
Bentley grill is chrome, don’t come back alone, I’m in yo house like I was Romee Rome
I think I loss my mental, fascinated with pistols
Fill his head with all led and I ain’t talking pencils
This ice on at night it a block yo visual, just like a happy family’s dog I’m hanging out the window
You couldn’t draw this game with a set of stencils
I ain’t talking beds but breezo move a lot of pillows
White like Kylie Kendall, you a cop just like yo dad
b*tch you Eddie Winslow

[:Outro]
n*gga
f*ck they talking about