Murder Scene
I'm feeling so fucking clean
Turn the whole party to murder scene
You know designer my fucking jeans
Might dance on ah bitch call me Billie Jean
We counting up hella green
Driving real fast in ah new machine
You bitch yea she feeling me
Might have to fuck her on Christmas Eve
My chain on fucking froze
Run up on me and you get exposed
Yo bitch make her touch her toes
We had to kick down a lot of doors
He saw the pole that nigga froze
He thought he was hard but that nigga told
We already know that you niggas hoes
So stop playing gangsta wit yo bros
We slime we whip yo nose
That nigga bloody
We punching hoes
Put him in ah body bag
Tried to diss me in ah insta tag
Ik that you niggas mad
We tryna stack up ah couple racks
We don't fuck wit nun of that
So stop dropping fucking trash
Spin down the whole block
We gone let off a hundred shots
I get to the money I don't ever stop
I'm riding around in a drop too
Yo bitch she gone suck on a big cock
I'm riding around when I step on the scene
That little bitch bitch say she gone fuck on the team
She wanna be wifey but I do not agree
Don't call up my phone if you ain't talking bout green
Them diamonds they fake they came out the machine
Better call yo nigga your neck looking green
All of my niggas be toot'n them beams
Fuck around it's gone be a crime scene
Life his shoot red now he need a dry clean
Look on the news he on the wide screen
Kick down yo door like it's Halloween
All of my niggas some hitters
All of my niggas some killers
All of my niggas gorillas
All of yo niggas some squealers
I think I might call up Priscilla
Tell her I need me a million
Tell her I need that bag tonight if not she gone be a civilian
I'm feeling so fucking clean
Turn the whole party to murder scene
You know designer my fucking jeans
Might dance on ah bitch call me Billie Jean
We counting up hella green
Driving real fast in ah new machine
You bitch yea she feeling me
Might have to fuck her on Christmas Eve
My chain on fucking froze
Run up on me and you get exposed
Yo bitch make her touch her toes
We had to kick down a lot of doors
He saw the pole that nigga froze
He thought he was hard but that nigga told
We already know that you niggas hoes
So stop playing gangsta wit yo bros
Turn the whole party to murder scene
You know designer my fucking jeans
Might dance on ah bitch call me Billie Jean
We counting up hella green
Driving real fast in ah new machine
You bitch yea she feeling me
Might have to fuck her on Christmas Eve
My chain on fucking froze
Run up on me and you get exposed
Yo bitch make her touch her toes
We had to kick down a lot of doors
He saw the pole that nigga froze
He thought he was hard but that nigga told
We already know that you niggas hoes
So stop playing gangsta wit yo bros
We slime we whip yo nose
That nigga bloody
We punching hoes
Put him in ah body bag
Tried to diss me in ah insta tag
Ik that you niggas mad
We tryna stack up ah couple racks
We don't fuck wit nun of that
So stop dropping fucking trash
Spin down the whole block
We gone let off a hundred shots
I get to the money I don't ever stop
I'm riding around in a drop too
Yo bitch she gone suck on a big cock
I'm riding around when I step on the scene
That little bitch bitch say she gone fuck on the team
She wanna be wifey but I do not agree
Don't call up my phone if you ain't talking bout green
Them diamonds they fake they came out the machine
Better call yo nigga your neck looking green
All of my niggas be toot'n them beams
Fuck around it's gone be a crime scene
Life his shoot red now he need a dry clean
Look on the news he on the wide screen
Kick down yo door like it's Halloween
All of my niggas some hitters
All of my niggas some killers
All of my niggas gorillas
All of yo niggas some squealers
I think I might call up Priscilla
Tell her I need me a million
Tell her I need that bag tonight if not she gone be a civilian
I'm feeling so fucking clean
Turn the whole party to murder scene
You know designer my fucking jeans
Might dance on ah bitch call me Billie Jean
We counting up hella green
Driving real fast in ah new machine
You bitch yea she feeling me
Might have to fuck her on Christmas Eve
My chain on fucking froze
Run up on me and you get exposed
Yo bitch make her touch her toes
We had to kick down a lot of doors
He saw the pole that nigga froze
He thought he was hard but that nigga told
We already know that you niggas hoes
So stop playing gangsta wit yo bros
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