Murder 2.0 lyrics

by

Anti Da Menace


They slide once we slide five, we don′t play it fair (bla, bla) And when they seein' lil′ Darius, f*ck it we take it there You might not make it in rap, f*ck it I hit the trap Like ya ate some nasty food, I make that chopper spit My whole side throwing up that gang, you think my potna sick? I see 12 start going bananas, I think I got a split 223, 556 lil’ anti put 'em on they sh*t (blaa) Ion′ shoot at houses, walk down face ′em I'm gon hit my mans Ion′ even smoke, but I think that opps is my favorite strand Brother got a 40, I got a nine, ion’ hit nun but tens I′m like Beyblades and DJs and ceiling fans all I know is spin Hurricane they block, they say they shark so wе gon' drown the opps He thought he was bout to f*ck, shе set ′em up, I took off his top Like balloons it's up, it's stuck When we get started, we don′t never stop Horny, I thought he was finna get some pus*y That boy done sent the drop (bla, bla) (Damn twin why the f*ck you send the drop with yo′ dumb ass?) (Bow) We done, caught his ass, it ain't no coming back Half and half, whatever them boys got we can go back to back I′m busy throwing bullets Man them pussies can't even leave a scratch (bla) My side done tax, so many heads you think we did hair They slide once we slide five, we don′t play it fair (bla, bla) And when they seein' lil′ Darius, f*ck it we take it there You might not make it in rap, but f*ck it, I hit the trap Like ya ate some nasty food, I make that chopper spit My whole side throwing up that gang, you think my potna sick? I see 12 start going bananas, I think I got a split 223, 556 lil' anti put ’em on they sh*t (blaa) (They sh*t twin) They know not to play, I be quick to spray my Drake Play with gang, we split yo face, this sh*t get wicked in the A This the west, wear yo vest if you got some opps around then Grab yo′ Glock, make sure they stretch If they moving outta town, then buy a box and handle that Say, gang, what the f*ck these n---s thought? I swear all my sh*t be bought, a thousand pounds say they the law Before I signed the deal this sh*t was up the run, was good enough I can go up with five hundred cash, I put this car on my bluff He don′t play me, that lil’ boy gon have to spray me My lil′ dog be trippin', have ′em bite yo’ ass and give you rabies Whip out blick like papadoc APD can′t stop this car, GSP can't stop it either I get mad and blow my heater (Blaa) My side done tax, so many heads you think we did hair (we did hair) They slide once we slide five, we don't play it fair (bla, bla) And when they seein′ lil′ Darius, f*ck it we take it there You might not make it in rap, f*ck it I hit the trap Like ya ate some nasty food, I make that chopper spit My whole side throwing up that gang, you think my potna sick? I see 12 start going bananas, I think I got a split 223, 556 lil' anti put ′em on they sh*t (They sh*t twin)
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