Murder Musik lyrics

[Intro]
Talkin’ out ya- talkin’ out ya-
Talkin’ out ya- talkin’ out ya-

[Chorus]
Rock off my Glock, feel the barrel on ya head
Now you thinkin’ to yourself, that I never should’ve said
“Freddie, please, I wanna leave, I just wanna go back home”
“I be crying on the floor, Freddie, please, no more”

[Verse 1]
Talk- talkin’ out ya ass, I’m talking all about my gun
And you know I cannot lie to you, I think you better run
Freddie pop up in your place, and whip the smile off your face
‘Bout to leave without a trace, and a grin I can’t erase

[Verse 2]
Thought never bought, gotta get my guala
You ain’t my father, ain't no dougie, now just give me monеy
You f*cking with me b*tch, my .50 kinky, I'm so shifty
I'm freaky, you weaky, cannot comе here, now meet me
Bossed up, c*ck up f*ck I c*ck it loaded to me
Far from home, I want to roam, until I hit them doonies
I've got my strap, I've got my .8 talking, you know I'm shooting
The Freddie booming out while working on improvement
[Chorus]
Rock off my Glock, feel the barrel on ya head
Now you thinkin' to yourself, that I never should've said
"Freddie, please, I wanna leave, I just wanna go back home
I be crying on the floor, Freddie, please, no more"

[Outro]
"Freddie, please, can you stop it? Please, do not c*ck it
Please, do not pull the trigger, please, b*tch, you've lost it"
"Freddie, please, can you stop it? Please, do not c*ck it
Please, do not pull the trigger, please, b*tch, you've lost it"
"Freddie, please, can you stop it? Please, do not c*ck it
Please, do not pull the trigger, please, b*tch, you've lost it"
"Freddie, please, can you stop it? Please, do not c*ck it
Please, do not pull the trigger, please, b*tch, you've lost it"