Murder Trip

Niko Rain this a hit
D-D A DOUBLE L A
Everyday is the same
Red bars, in flame
I can't do anything wrong
According to the hall of fame
Get on my track, if you want
But I bet you can't keep up
Pen is hot, it burns
Chase the beat, without turns

I pop shit, no smoke
I talk shit and vogue
My crew we go rogue
Weed A1, got that coke
You call us them drug lords
Vinewood, no gun laws
In this game, I'm the kingpin
Imma shoot 'em up, alongside Ming

Baby I'm dressed to kill
In my car, popping wheels
Cyber letric, mobile
Made in motherfucking steel
Publicly, I keep it real
This no movie, Kill Bill
Competition, it's a deal
Let me get on my murder trip

I can be a cunt and a bitch
Depends on the mood, that's what it is
All these wannabes trynna call me sis
Girl we ain't related, trust me I insist
I know bitches mad that I don't need to split the tab
Luxury restaurant, eating high class crab
Limo outside, while they taking cabs
Not on my level, can't get to my pedistal
I'm the princess, I already instated that
I can be miss Quinn, taking bitches out with a bat
Riding Harleys in a Hawaii, and that's on Perry
This ain't a fantasy, word to Carey
They like to discredit me, not working Bebe
Female rapper, who said I can't sing too? Honey

Bitches mad, bitches sad
Put them in a trashcan
Bitches mad, bitches sad
Leave their skin full of rash
B-bitches mad, bitches sad
Put them in a trashcan
Bitches mad, bitches sad
Leave their skin full of rash

Going on a trip, to murder bitches
Slap hoes when they ask, like we birthing bitches
I came from the bottom, rags to riches
Now they wanna bottom me, so I top these bitches
I'm giving lobotomy, call me a doctor
Imma break their backs, like a chiropractor
Debut single flopped, and the label dropped her
Bitch I'm the Prada Dalla
You the motherfucking copper
In a girl group, bitch I would be the center
No STAR5, I judged and was the mentor
Forgot about me? You need a refresher
Got platinum hits, got sales to measure
Imma lazer these hoes, word to Major
Island, you a rock and I'm the treasure
Breaking cuffs from cops, cheap dumb ass tasers
Already shot these bitches, didn't need no chaser
Pretty like barbie
Skinny like Hadid
Reviving bitches careers from the dead
Mercy

I pop shit, no smoke
I talk shit and vogue
My crew we go rogue
Weed A1, got that coke
You call us them drug lords
Vinewood, no gun laws
In this game, I'm the kingpin
Imma shoot 'em up, alongside Ming

Baby I'm dressed to kill
In my car, popping wheels
Cyber letric, mobile
Made in motherfucking steel
Publicly, I keep it real
This no movie, Kill Bill
Competition, it's a deal
Let me get on my murder trip

Let me get on my murder trip
This a murder trip



Credits
Writer(s): Karina Giselle, Niko Rain, Valentine Dalla
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