Murder She Wrote
Uh uh
Nigga it's gone be a murder
I might fuck around and hurt you
We gone dirt you
You gone need a shirt too
Uh uh
Nigga its gone be a murder
I might fuck around and hurt you
Nigga we gone fuck around and dirt you
Put you on a shirt too
Them other niggas ain't deserve you
I'm just tryna get my money blue, uh
And I'm gone slide with my guys
Nigga you ain't gone slide if you ain't one of mines if you ain't one of mines
Niggas know it's free my cousins they committed crimes
Niggas toting fire riding 'round with that iron
Them choppa bullets hit ya spine
I'm one of a kind you can see it in my eyes
Fucking 'round with me it's gone be a homicide
Ima call up fifty give you 50 he gone ride
Aye gang what's going on with you
I hear that you running yo mouth like these bitches do
Everybody lying on me come and get yo own view
Nigga I love money and bitches that's what I'm into, yea
I'm just tryna go from rags to riches
Durk the voice, baby the hero, I'm the soul of the trenches
All these niggas doubted me I turned into a menace
And I ain't gone stop cuz the job not finished
Hold on wait a minute
Choose a block and then we spin it
Anything that I'm in best believe that it's tinted
This the gang car so no it ain't rented
My niggas throw w's cuz we winning
Run up on me wrong then you know I'm sinning
I been rapping for a long time this ain't the beginning
I don't even talk to bitches they be tripping
That's because they ain't you, you the only one I'm missing
But I can't do no committing
Shorty begging me to hurry up time ticking
Doing pop-ups at my house tell me why she tweaking
She came on her on mission
Screaming murder she wrote cuz shorty came out blicking
Uh uh
Nigga its gone be a murder
I might fuck around and hurt you
Nigga we gone fuck around and dirt you
Put you on a shirt too
Them other niggas ain't deserve you
I'm just tryna get my money blue, uh
And I'm gone slide with my guys
Nigga you ain't gone slide if you ain't one of mines if you ain't one of mines
Niggas know it's free my cousins they committed crimes
Niggas toting fire riding 'round with that iron
Them choppa bullets hit ya spine
I'm one of a kind you can see it in my eyes
Fucking 'round with me it's gone be a homicide
Ima call up fifty give you 50 he gone ride
Nigga it's gone be a murder
I might fuck around and hurt you
We gone dirt you
You gone need a shirt too
Uh uh
Nigga its gone be a murder
I might fuck around and hurt you
Nigga we gone fuck around and dirt you
Put you on a shirt too
Them other niggas ain't deserve you
I'm just tryna get my money blue, uh
And I'm gone slide with my guys
Nigga you ain't gone slide if you ain't one of mines if you ain't one of mines
Niggas know it's free my cousins they committed crimes
Niggas toting fire riding 'round with that iron
Them choppa bullets hit ya spine
I'm one of a kind you can see it in my eyes
Fucking 'round with me it's gone be a homicide
Ima call up fifty give you 50 he gone ride
Aye gang what's going on with you
I hear that you running yo mouth like these bitches do
Everybody lying on me come and get yo own view
Nigga I love money and bitches that's what I'm into, yea
I'm just tryna go from rags to riches
Durk the voice, baby the hero, I'm the soul of the trenches
All these niggas doubted me I turned into a menace
And I ain't gone stop cuz the job not finished
Hold on wait a minute
Choose a block and then we spin it
Anything that I'm in best believe that it's tinted
This the gang car so no it ain't rented
My niggas throw w's cuz we winning
Run up on me wrong then you know I'm sinning
I been rapping for a long time this ain't the beginning
I don't even talk to bitches they be tripping
That's because they ain't you, you the only one I'm missing
But I can't do no committing
Shorty begging me to hurry up time ticking
Doing pop-ups at my house tell me why she tweaking
She came on her on mission
Screaming murder she wrote cuz shorty came out blicking
Uh uh
Nigga its gone be a murder
I might fuck around and hurt you
Nigga we gone fuck around and dirt you
Put you on a shirt too
Them other niggas ain't deserve you
I'm just tryna get my money blue, uh
And I'm gone slide with my guys
Nigga you ain't gone slide if you ain't one of mines if you ain't one of mines
Niggas know it's free my cousins they committed crimes
Niggas toting fire riding 'round with that iron
Them choppa bullets hit ya spine
I'm one of a kind you can see it in my eyes
Fucking 'round with me it's gone be a homicide
Ima call up fifty give you 50 he gone ride
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Writer(s): Jalen Cameron
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