Murderzone (feat. EST Gee)
Fonem killed yo homie and made raps about
Fonem killed yo homie (krra, baa)
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Fonem killed yo homie and made raps about (he made raps about it)
Go get yo lick back why all on IG slide in traffic
Yo homie in that jam for 10k but you say you got it
Smoke a goofy we don't care about him he ain't no savage
Want some smoke? Then book me, I ain't ever been no pussy
Link up with some bitches in yo city bet they comin' to me
He be talkin' on the net but say less when he run into me
Turn yo head, throw on your hoodie
Cause you know them killers lookin'
Whats yo body count (body count), nigga who you kill? (Nigga who you kill?)
He said he turnt but the real killers don't know who he is (they don't know who he is)
Hе was in that station given statements wе know you a pig (we know you a pig)
Everybody turnt don't ask me who them shooters is
You was in the house (in the house), we was kickin' doors (we was kickin' doors)
Buddy came around he wasn't gang fuck it take his phone (fuck it take his phone)
Lil bitch puttin' some opp shit in my car made her change the song (made her change the song)
She fuck with the opps I told her play her role (play her role)
We be takin' souls (takin' souls), Foenem stayin' mode (Foenem stayin' mode)
Get caught for a body won't say shit cause we stick to the code (shhhh)
Why you steady trippin' over thoties knowin' this bitch a hoe (knowin' this bitch a hoe)
Foenem caught, hop out with that scoon lets go 6 to o (krra, krra)
Fonem killed yo homie and made raps about (he made raps about it)
Go get yo lick back why all on IG slide in traffic
Yo homie in that jam for 10k but you say you gat it (but you say you gat it)
Smoke a goofy we don't care about him he ain't no savage (he ain't no savage)
Want some smoke? Then book me, I ain't ever been no pussy (no pussy)
Link up with some bitches in yo city bet they comin' to me
He be talkin' on the net but say less when he run into me
Turn yo head, throw on your hoodie
Cause you know them killers lookin
We ran up the score while they was wolfin' sayin' we rookies
Just like some niggas don't get it ti'll his blood gooshin' out on they hoodies
I'm for pressure, we in every section ridin' around with fullies
Get surgical with this stick, The last hit we swapped brains for bullets
My alibis on me in L.A sippin' drank, rollin' woodies
Whole time i'm in yo bushes, where the beef we gone cook it
Give me 35 or 20 get down the same way won't over look it
And y'all made my dawg walk quicker but the nigga who did look where we put him
He a pack now, opps can call me pops cause im gone spank some if they act out
I had my block in New York so long it damn near tapped out
Ain't nun like these other cap rappers ain't on nun they they rap bout
Gambled with my life I couldn't life so I can't cap out
Fonem killed yo homie and made raps about (he made raps about it)
Go get yo lick back why all on IG slide in traffic
Yo homie in that jam for 10k but you say you got it
Smoke a goofy we don't care about him he ain't no savage
Want some smoke? Then book me, I ain't ever been no pussy
Link up with some bitches in yo city bet they comin' to me
He be talkin' on the net but say less when he run into me
Turn yo head, throw on your hoodie
Cause you know them killers lookin' (killers lookin')
Fonem killed yo homie (krra, baa)
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Fonem killed yo homie and made raps about (he made raps about it)
Go get yo lick back why all on IG slide in traffic
Yo homie in that jam for 10k but you say you got it
Smoke a goofy we don't care about him he ain't no savage
Want some smoke? Then book me, I ain't ever been no pussy
Link up with some bitches in yo city bet they comin' to me
He be talkin' on the net but say less when he run into me
Turn yo head, throw on your hoodie
Cause you know them killers lookin'
Whats yo body count (body count), nigga who you kill? (Nigga who you kill?)
He said he turnt but the real killers don't know who he is (they don't know who he is)
Hе was in that station given statements wе know you a pig (we know you a pig)
Everybody turnt don't ask me who them shooters is
You was in the house (in the house), we was kickin' doors (we was kickin' doors)
Buddy came around he wasn't gang fuck it take his phone (fuck it take his phone)
Lil bitch puttin' some opp shit in my car made her change the song (made her change the song)
She fuck with the opps I told her play her role (play her role)
We be takin' souls (takin' souls), Foenem stayin' mode (Foenem stayin' mode)
Get caught for a body won't say shit cause we stick to the code (shhhh)
Why you steady trippin' over thoties knowin' this bitch a hoe (knowin' this bitch a hoe)
Foenem caught, hop out with that scoon lets go 6 to o (krra, krra)
Fonem killed yo homie and made raps about (he made raps about it)
Go get yo lick back why all on IG slide in traffic
Yo homie in that jam for 10k but you say you gat it (but you say you gat it)
Smoke a goofy we don't care about him he ain't no savage (he ain't no savage)
Want some smoke? Then book me, I ain't ever been no pussy (no pussy)
Link up with some bitches in yo city bet they comin' to me
He be talkin' on the net but say less when he run into me
Turn yo head, throw on your hoodie
Cause you know them killers lookin
We ran up the score while they was wolfin' sayin' we rookies
Just like some niggas don't get it ti'll his blood gooshin' out on they hoodies
I'm for pressure, we in every section ridin' around with fullies
Get surgical with this stick, The last hit we swapped brains for bullets
My alibis on me in L.A sippin' drank, rollin' woodies
Whole time i'm in yo bushes, where the beef we gone cook it
Give me 35 or 20 get down the same way won't over look it
And y'all made my dawg walk quicker but the nigga who did look where we put him
He a pack now, opps can call me pops cause im gone spank some if they act out
I had my block in New York so long it damn near tapped out
Ain't nun like these other cap rappers ain't on nun they they rap bout
Gambled with my life I couldn't life so I can't cap out
Fonem killed yo homie and made raps about (he made raps about it)
Go get yo lick back why all on IG slide in traffic
Yo homie in that jam for 10k but you say you got it
Smoke a goofy we don't care about him he ain't no savage
Want some smoke? Then book me, I ain't ever been no pussy
Link up with some bitches in yo city bet they comin' to me
He be talkin' on the net but say less when he run into me
Turn yo head, throw on your hoodie
Cause you know them killers lookin' (killers lookin')
Credits
Writer(s): George Stone Iii, Benjamin Lasnier, Isaiah G Dukes
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