Pt. II / Murder They Wrote lyrics

[Chorus]
Icy icy my Rollie
b*tch drinking my potion
Still hot swear that sh*t won't leave
Still hot swear that sh*t won't leave
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote

[Verse 1]
Over time over drive
I'm geeking lil b*tch and I swear I'm high
You n*ggas gon' drink the whole well drive
This choppa on me take a well down
Charter a dog hell hound
She stood me back up when I fell down
She bought me when she need a bail out
My Rollie look I done sailed out
We keep it one thousand won't sell out
They walk round pack with they tail out
I'm still the same n*gga but, hell nah
So heavy I'm breaking the scale down
My young n*ggas like to throw shells out
You caught you a stripe with the reals out
Atlanta for real we the real south
Atlanta for real I'm the real south
I've been, thinking bout a lot of sh*t
Get money never trust a b*tch
Confusing bullet proof a rich
Got money and em perkys ich
I just threw it in the mix
f*ck em both and then we switch
Skit they throats and then we split
[Chorus]
Icy icy my Rollie
b*tch drinking my potion
Still hot swear that sh*t won't leave
Still hot swear that sh*t won't leave
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote


[Verse 3]
Charged static count it with a passion
n*ggas really mad I started rapping
My youngin said he'd never quit trapping
He said he really family with it
I see you once drop a bag and snatch it
R J Mello legend like they did it
They know they daddy good with mathematics
I'm trying to teach him about the back stabbing
I had to show them folks the real me
Them crackers tried to pay to seal me
Them hating n*ggas trying to kill me
I know my real ones really feel me
Got plenty money and I'm still me
Them n*ggas extra tell them chill B
My youngins with us that's why they filthy
I would not let a b*tch milk me
I swear I'm focused and I'm a threat
Them n*ggas cappin' he ain't matching sh*t
You b*tches broke you ain't stacking sh*t
I'm on you n*ggas since we back to this
You poppin' thinking I won't grab your b*tch
Them n*ggas pull up tryna splat and miss
You n*ggas shouldn't of really took that risk
Them n*ggas know we on that crooked sh*t
[Outro]
Icy icy my Rollie
b*tch drinking my potion
Still hot swear that sh*t won't leave
Still hot swear that sh*t won't leave
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote