Catch A Murder
(Aye Peewee)
(CorMill)
I love you, brother
You wanna catch a murder
Put on both of yo' gloves, throw on yo' mask, I know this ain't the first one
I don't care if this shit take 20 years, but they gon' die for certain
Put on yo' murder suit, throw back a Addy, you should feel like Hercule
Man, I think that nigga died on purpose
Hope yo' plug put Fentanyl in yo' drugs and then you die off Perkys
I'm in the club with it on me, Percs taking all my homies
This right here for real killers, drug dealers only
I been in my feelings
Fucking different bitches with children
She ask me did I want to switch, but really I ain't even care
I went home, got me a switch and put that bitch on there myself
Got me listening to Durk like whenever it went left, I had my momma there
Young nigga get some money
You stay out the streets, keep you a heat, them niggas ain't yo' homie
Boy, I won't go for nothing
I don't give a fuck if you the president, I hop out clutching
You better keep it on you
I don't give a fuck if that bitch on you, you die with it on you (nah, for real)
This shit ain't no movie
This shit ain't no rap beef, so think 'bout what you doing
Folk ran down the verse
I wrote a letter to myself, you catch him lacking, he Earth
I told my nigga we get rich we just gone purge
Ran through a hundred bitches give 'em all to the birds
You wanna catch a murder
Put on both of yo' gloves, throw on yo' mask, I know this ain't the first one
I don't care if this shit take 20 years, but they gon' die for certain
Put on yo' murder suit, throw back a Addy, you should feel like Hercule
Man, I think that nigga died on purpose
Hope yo' plug put Fentanyl in yo' drugs and then you die off Perkys
I'm in the club with it on me, Percs taking all my homies
This right here for real killers, drug dealers only
What you gon' do yourself? And who gon' shoot for you?
Which one gon' go and do that time like they ain't got nothing to lose?
Keep my head high like God the only man I fear
It probably be better if I had everyone here
I don't know nigga
All I need my Glock and this AR, I got my pole with me
I come from the slums where you find more and more and more hittas
Big Draco, I'm different, I put a .223 in Amiri's
I pour a Four in a sprite and pop me a half a Addy, I promise it help out yo' kidney
Bitch had hit my phone like "Can you serve me?" That shit iffy
Got some shit that don't stop shooting, and it hold more than 50
Lil' ho, which one you say you need? This Glock can smoke them bitches
I ain't got no precision, innocent lil' children
They almost shot my lil' one
Almost been a year since big bro died, I still don't feel nothin'
50 mil' up, I won't forget we still gon' kill somethin'
You wanna catch a murder
Put on both of yo' gloves, throw on yo' mask, I know this ain't the first one
I don't care if this shit take 20 years, but they gon' die for certain
Put on yo' murder suit, throw back a Addy, you should feel like Hercule
Man, I think that nigga died on purpose
Hope yo' plug put Fentanyl in yo' drugs and then you die off Perkys
I'm in the club with it on me, Percs taking all my homies
This right here for real killers, drug dealers only
(CorMill)
I love you, brother
You wanna catch a murder
Put on both of yo' gloves, throw on yo' mask, I know this ain't the first one
I don't care if this shit take 20 years, but they gon' die for certain
Put on yo' murder suit, throw back a Addy, you should feel like Hercule
Man, I think that nigga died on purpose
Hope yo' plug put Fentanyl in yo' drugs and then you die off Perkys
I'm in the club with it on me, Percs taking all my homies
This right here for real killers, drug dealers only
I been in my feelings
Fucking different bitches with children
She ask me did I want to switch, but really I ain't even care
I went home, got me a switch and put that bitch on there myself
Got me listening to Durk like whenever it went left, I had my momma there
Young nigga get some money
You stay out the streets, keep you a heat, them niggas ain't yo' homie
Boy, I won't go for nothing
I don't give a fuck if you the president, I hop out clutching
You better keep it on you
I don't give a fuck if that bitch on you, you die with it on you (nah, for real)
This shit ain't no movie
This shit ain't no rap beef, so think 'bout what you doing
Folk ran down the verse
I wrote a letter to myself, you catch him lacking, he Earth
I told my nigga we get rich we just gone purge
Ran through a hundred bitches give 'em all to the birds
You wanna catch a murder
Put on both of yo' gloves, throw on yo' mask, I know this ain't the first one
I don't care if this shit take 20 years, but they gon' die for certain
Put on yo' murder suit, throw back a Addy, you should feel like Hercule
Man, I think that nigga died on purpose
Hope yo' plug put Fentanyl in yo' drugs and then you die off Perkys
I'm in the club with it on me, Percs taking all my homies
This right here for real killers, drug dealers only
What you gon' do yourself? And who gon' shoot for you?
Which one gon' go and do that time like they ain't got nothing to lose?
Keep my head high like God the only man I fear
It probably be better if I had everyone here
I don't know nigga
All I need my Glock and this AR, I got my pole with me
I come from the slums where you find more and more and more hittas
Big Draco, I'm different, I put a .223 in Amiri's
I pour a Four in a sprite and pop me a half a Addy, I promise it help out yo' kidney
Bitch had hit my phone like "Can you serve me?" That shit iffy
Got some shit that don't stop shooting, and it hold more than 50
Lil' ho, which one you say you need? This Glock can smoke them bitches
I ain't got no precision, innocent lil' children
They almost shot my lil' one
Almost been a year since big bro died, I still don't feel nothin'
50 mil' up, I won't forget we still gon' kill somethin'
You wanna catch a murder
Put on both of yo' gloves, throw on yo' mask, I know this ain't the first one
I don't care if this shit take 20 years, but they gon' die for certain
Put on yo' murder suit, throw back a Addy, you should feel like Hercule
Man, I think that nigga died on purpose
Hope yo' plug put Fentanyl in yo' drugs and then you die off Perkys
I'm in the club with it on me, Percs taking all my homies
This right here for real killers, drug dealers only
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Writer(s): Corliss Waitman, Keaonte Miles, William Ramos
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