Murder Flow lyrics

[Intro]
b*tch
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
b*tch

[Chorus]
I'm tryna pull up sticked up, they b*tch ass don't be on nothin'
They opp packs, get rolled up, I told them n*ggas smoke somethin'
What it is? What you wanna do? I knock 'em down by the two
f*ck that b*tch and dropped her off, I'm by myself in a coupe
Two choppers, one hundred-round drum, and a fifty on the bottom of this gun
I got three hundred shots, ain't talkin' 'bout no doctor, n*gga
Hope they don't think this sh*t sweet, put you to sleep like I'm your mama, n*gga
And f*ck that b*tch too, I shoot that Five-seveN at your mama, n*gga

[Verse 1]
I'm tryna kill, she old as f*ck anyway, she ain't got that long to live
Up early lurkin', geeked up off them Perkies, I can't sleep off pills
Like I'm Tony Stark, I keep that iron, man, can't leave without my steel
She gon' throw that ass 'cause she know I got them bands, know I always keep it real
Go'n eat that di*k up like you hungry, ho, I stay on go
I just sipped a four straight to the face, ain't feel like stoppin' at no f*ckin' store
See an opp, I up and blow
If he with his b*tch, then kill that ho
They say I do too much on them Percs
Big bro just said, "Rye, you can't take no more"
Just put my di*k in her stomach, she said, "Bae, I can't take no more"
All that mean I need another ho, 'cause, b*tch, you ain't worth nothin'
We catch you flodgin' and stuntin', we gon' take everything but your drawers
You got a problem with how I'm comin', then bring that smoke, I want it all, b*tch
[Chorus]
Sticked up, they b*tch ass don't be on nothin'
They opp packs, get rolled up, I told them n*ggas smoke somethin'
What it is? What you wanna do? I knock 'em down by the two
f*ck that b*tch and dropped her off, I'm by myself in a coupe
Two choppers, one hundred-round drum, and a fifty on the bottom of this gun
I got three hundred shots, ain't talkin' 'bout no doctor, n*gga
Hope they don't think this sh*t sweet, put you to sleep like I'm your mama, n*gga
And f*ck that b*tch too, I shoot that Five-seveN at your mama, n*gga

[Verse 2]
With the bread made out the trap
We go re-up, then spend them racks on straps
'Fore she came, say we wasn't f*ckin'
'Fore she left, her face was in my lap
My di*k get hard for glizzies, like a stripper, b*tch, I make it clap
Just popped another Perc', I'm stat man, I average fifty
That same ho left me on read tellin' me now that she wan' lick me
Blocked that ho, then went f*cked on her friend, why? 'Cause, b*tch, I'm ignant
I can't wait to kill my opps, I hope they die, them n*ggas b*tches

[Interlude]
Them n*ggas been hoes, them n*ggas gon' die hoes
Damn, man, these n*ggas ain't—
These n*ggas ain't outside, these n*ggas hoes
These n*ggas be put up
Man, I hit five drops in one night, wasn't nobody outside, I'm still out
[Chorus]
I'm tryna pull up sticked up, they b*tch ass don't be on nothin'
They opp packs, get rolled up, I told them n*ggas smoke somethin'
What it is? What you wanna do? I knock 'em down by the two
f*ck that b*tch and dropped her off, I'm by myself in a coupe
Two choppers, one hundred-round drum, and a fifty on the bottom of this gun
I got three hundred shots, ain't talkin' 'bout no doctor, n*gga
Hope they don't think this sh*t sweet, put you to sleep like I'm your mama, n*gga
And f*ck that b*tch too, I shoot that Five-seveN at your mama, n*gga