Murda on my Mind
I knew a couple lil' bitches wanna throw diss tracks
Well I'ma up the fuckin' pole and hit this dude in his back
Speaking on my name, bitch, you know where I'm at 72034 bitch, that's where I stay at
And half these lames wanna act like they gang bang
But they ain't reppin' shit, they just all wanna false claim
If I catch a fool throwin' dirt up on my name
Man, that's six shots aiming at your fuckin' brain
And don't be acting like you really with this shit You don't know what it's like to sell bricks and hit licks
And fuck all the fakes that claim they was with me
Once I get this paper, don't act like you was with me
All these bitches on my dick cause they know I got these racks
I got these bands, now I don't know how to act
I flip a QP, then blow it out in sacks
Catch me out in traffic, guaranteed I got a strap
So try to hit a stain, guaranteed I blow you back You plottin' on my homie, that's gon' make me attack
I'm a white boy spittin' true facts
And true's is on my ass, I don't know how to act
Aye, Murder on my mind bitch this shit's real murder on my mind
bitch I'm down to kill
Aye, Murder on my mind bitch this shit's real
Aye, Murder on my mind bitch im down to kill
Aye, Murder on my mind, Murder on my mind
I think about murder all the fuckin' time
Murder on my mind,
Murder on my mind
I think about murder all the fuckin' time, Aye
Bitch, I'm flexin' on your niggas, I don't even gotta live no more
These pockets dead if you with cheese, cause I snatched all the cakes
You niggas claim you solid, but you're fragile, quit the fakin' breakin
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
I remember all them days, sleepin' off in that room
With the cockroaches crawlin' all on my head too
When I ain't have it, they was laughin', talkin' bout the boy you trashin
Now I'm sittin' back, lookin' at your dick, fuckin' up
Ha, it's a 949, phew, and a 242
Ay, ay, ay, we go to war down here
Yeah, yeah, so think cautious for me
Yeah, yeah, lil' nigga bout bustin' K's
We bustin', we shoot for days
We savage, we play don't care
We either ride or die today
Who is that? That be the beast
Zoomin' on the highway, you better get out my way
And you better do what I say
I'm a G, and you don't wanna see me
And I'm flexin' on my heat
And I'm a beast in the street
You gotta watch your back
Cause they jealous and they sneaky
Your homie ain't your homie cause he snitchin' to the people
Well I'ma up the fuckin' pole and hit this dude in his back
Speaking on my name, bitch, you know where I'm at 72034 bitch, that's where I stay at
And half these lames wanna act like they gang bang
But they ain't reppin' shit, they just all wanna false claim
If I catch a fool throwin' dirt up on my name
Man, that's six shots aiming at your fuckin' brain
And don't be acting like you really with this shit You don't know what it's like to sell bricks and hit licks
And fuck all the fakes that claim they was with me
Once I get this paper, don't act like you was with me
All these bitches on my dick cause they know I got these racks
I got these bands, now I don't know how to act
I flip a QP, then blow it out in sacks
Catch me out in traffic, guaranteed I got a strap
So try to hit a stain, guaranteed I blow you back You plottin' on my homie, that's gon' make me attack
I'm a white boy spittin' true facts
And true's is on my ass, I don't know how to act
Aye, Murder on my mind bitch this shit's real murder on my mind
bitch I'm down to kill
Aye, Murder on my mind bitch this shit's real
Aye, Murder on my mind bitch im down to kill
Aye, Murder on my mind, Murder on my mind
I think about murder all the fuckin' time
Murder on my mind,
Murder on my mind
I think about murder all the fuckin' time, Aye
Bitch, I'm flexin' on your niggas, I don't even gotta live no more
These pockets dead if you with cheese, cause I snatched all the cakes
You niggas claim you solid, but you're fragile, quit the fakin' breakin
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
I remember all them days, sleepin' off in that room
With the cockroaches crawlin' all on my head too
When I ain't have it, they was laughin', talkin' bout the boy you trashin
Now I'm sittin' back, lookin' at your dick, fuckin' up
Ha, it's a 949, phew, and a 242
Ay, ay, ay, we go to war down here
Yeah, yeah, so think cautious for me
Yeah, yeah, lil' nigga bout bustin' K's
We bustin', we shoot for days
We savage, we play don't care
We either ride or die today
Who is that? That be the beast
Zoomin' on the highway, you better get out my way
And you better do what I say
I'm a G, and you don't wanna see me
And I'm flexin' on my heat
And I'm a beast in the street
You gotta watch your back
Cause they jealous and they sneaky
Your homie ain't your homie cause he snitchin' to the people
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