Murder She Wrote

So where you at?
You coming to jamaica?
So feel up on you later?

Cartier run it back
If they want the remix
They gotta spin it back

Really on my bullshit

Woo

I aint know
That was a ya jawn
That's my fault
I hit it on the low
On the bro

Look

Murder she wrote
She's gone rogue
I hit it on the low
On the floor

Lil' nigga who you think you is?
Pulling up to my clique and shit
Askin' me about another bitch?
Nigga, you trippin

Always stackin' bread
Always on my pimpin'
These niggas type to be simpin'

If you gotta know, then you gotta know
Pandora's box be movin' all cross

That's why she really be hidin' it
You know you'd be frightened
And she really be hatin' that

That's why she be runnin' back
Had her flippin' like an acrobat
Ooh, you know the aftermath

Had her wet like it was rainin
Don't shoot!
Free information

I aint know
That was a ya jawn
That's my fault
I hit it on the low
On the bros

Look

Murder she wrote
She's gone rogue
I hit it on the low
On the floor

After long nights on the pole
She be coming through later on
I can have you really movin' icy
Really have you movin' spicy

After long nights on the pole
You be lettin' me know
We can get in the backseat
While she givin' me top in the ghost

I aint know
That was a ya jawn
Thats ya bitch?
That's my fault
I hit it on the low
On the bro

Look

Murder she wrote
Dayum nigga
She's gone rogue
I hit it on the low
On the floor

On the floor

Yeah