MURDER

He crossed out my shooter I had to go kill em
I step in the yard with gorillas, I had to go slide with the killers
Late night with the Tec I was geekin'
Yea we slide on his block with the heaters
Hit my cousin in the leg now we coming
Free Body Gang yea we strap like the army

Don't play with the team cause we stompin'
Frontline killers I put that on my momma
My young niggas they step in designer (Lil Ransom)
Get hit for a brick how you want it

And I really come from that corner
You run up you know you a goner
You can get smoked like a potion
You could get flipped like a token
Put that on my niece named Chosen

I really come from a dollar
I really love tha chabata
Spanish bitch doing tha chacha
I'm in ha mouth like a doctor

Mo money mo problems, mo guns Ima solve it
Run up ima off ya, lil bro he a problem
I'm in my bag like a stocking, Crip out like a faucet

Bullet holes rip through his stomach
Ambulance smashing, caught em in traffic he was lackin'
He was to late how we spazzed him
Wrapped his ass up like some plastic

Shoot at the opps the be scared
Beat up the block like I'm Rocky
Really was pulling these robberies

I ain't with none of the bargain
Fuckin' yo daughter my darling
I really come from apartments
I really step on these niggas

Taking her down once I pop me a jigga
Really got love my niggas
Who trapping an toting them pistols
Who serving the dealers, who serving the dealers

And I really come the mud, bitch I be strapped like a stud
And you can get fucked out your love
You think you a thug you run up on us

He crossed out my shooter I had to go kill em
I step in the yard with gorillas, I had to go slide with the killers
Late night with the Tec I was geekin'
Yea we slide on his block with the heaters
Hit my cousin in the leg now we coming
Free Body Gang yea we strap like the army
Nigga play Ima put that bitch on him



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Writer(s): Corinthian Jones
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