Murked
He get murked
(Murked)
He get put on a shirt
Put in dirt
Put in work
He get popped like a perc
They keep on trying me
Ain't no denying this
Whipping and flipping it
I am the scientist
Flipity flipity
So many chemicals
Feeling like neo
I see the numerals
Feeling like God
I made so many miracles
You know who I am
You know who I be with
Death around the corner
It gone be quick
You ain't gone see shit
Swimming in the money
Swear my haters just seasick
If he got a problem
Then my hitter got a problem
Fucking with Lil Hoodlum
Don't worry
Guns solve it
Upping them poles
Fucking these hoes
We fucking your hoes
Sniffing the coke
Got dick in her throat
I got drug addicts that run in your home
We do not care whose home
(We don't)
You home alone
We upping them poles
We play with them sticks
(Sticks)
Like its the controller
Yeah
Fucking with a soldier
I don't know what the fuck they done told you
You get sold for a meal
Baby, I'm the real deal
He get put on a shirt
He get murked
Bitch
He get murked
(Murked)
He get put on a shirt
Put in dirt
Put in work
He get popped like a perc
They keep on trying me
Ain't no denying this
Whipping and flipping it
I am the scientist
Hoodlum
Hoodlum
(Murked)
He get put on a shirt
Put in dirt
Put in work
He get popped like a perc
They keep on trying me
Ain't no denying this
Whipping and flipping it
I am the scientist
Flipity flipity
So many chemicals
Feeling like neo
I see the numerals
Feeling like God
I made so many miracles
You know who I am
You know who I be with
Death around the corner
It gone be quick
You ain't gone see shit
Swimming in the money
Swear my haters just seasick
If he got a problem
Then my hitter got a problem
Fucking with Lil Hoodlum
Don't worry
Guns solve it
Upping them poles
Fucking these hoes
We fucking your hoes
Sniffing the coke
Got dick in her throat
I got drug addicts that run in your home
We do not care whose home
(We don't)
You home alone
We upping them poles
We play with them sticks
(Sticks)
Like its the controller
Yeah
Fucking with a soldier
I don't know what the fuck they done told you
You get sold for a meal
Baby, I'm the real deal
He get put on a shirt
He get murked
Bitch
He get murked
(Murked)
He get put on a shirt
Put in dirt
Put in work
He get popped like a perc
They keep on trying me
Ain't no denying this
Whipping and flipping it
I am the scientist
Hoodlum
Hoodlum
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Writer(s): Teddy Stewart
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