Kill a Rapper (feat. Zelly Boa & Cee Soulja)

It's a murder for sure
It's a murder
It's a murder for sure

Demon with this blicky, boy these niggas know I bust quick
Sliding F-150 with this drake, that's a truck fit
Easiest way to get away with murder, kill a rapper
Easiest way to get away with murder, kill a rapper
Demon with this blicky, boy these niggas know I bust quick
Sliding F-150 with this drake, that's a truck fit
Easiest way to get away with murder, kill a rapper
Easiest way to get away with murder, kill a rapper

Switch attached to the blick, yeah make it hit quick
I just got the lo to my mans now he hit stick
Drive around, pop up out that whip, stick can't miss
Walk down, ski on my face you can't see shit
Five-five-six, 762's, tell 'em treat this
And we ain't beefing on the net, keep it street jit
And all this water on my neck got me seasick
Old opps clique'n up with new, that's a fresh blitz
Speeding in this whip, I'm on his ass, fifty in this mag
Have lil brodie hang up out that window, turn him into ash
Nigga I ain't gotta diss the dead, leave it in the past
I done caught some niggas down bad, head on the dash

Demon with this blicky, boy these niggas know I bust quick
Sliding F-150 with this drake, that's a truck fit
Easiest way to get away with murder, kill a rapper
Easiest way to get away with murder, kill a rapper
Demon with this blicky, boy these niggas know I bust quick
Sliding F-150 with this drake, that's a truck fit
Easiest way to get away with murder, kill a rapper
Easiest way to get away with murder, kill a rapper

Easiest way to get away with murder
Kill one of these cap ass rap niggas you never heard of
My dawg into beef and say he tryna try a burger
Niggas into tweeting, sending threats through a server
Hit him with the choppa, then watch the choppa circle
Smoke a nigga like a choppa, then go and serve a circle
I swear my dawg the real deal, jump them fences like a hurdle
He a Soulja Livin' Tru, all that nigga see is murder
I don't even gotta ask, cause I know my dawg with it
Got it on him right now, he ain't gotta go get it
I could get my hands on it if the gun store get it
Bought another four-pound, what I spunt, four-fifty



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Writer(s): Daniel Lewis
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