Murder Rap

Woah woah
Yeah yeah yeah
Uh hey
Yeah
Yeah yeah

Fuck your face
You only love me for the clout
Shit, she prolly would hit me out
Going up I never had a bitch that let me beat it out
Now I'm poppin' I'm the only one that people speak about

Yeah yeah
I got fans (yeah yeah)
Give me bands (yeah yeah)
Practice komasutju meet me in Japan (yeah yeah)
That's the plan when I touch a 100 grand
Going foreign with a foreign bitch to touch up in my pants yeah

Walk up drive over a body
Like Ricky Bobby

When I'm rollin' off a bean (yeah)
Pop an eddy, pop a molly like they tic tacs
Pussy talk too much and I ain't with the chit chat
Bitch I'm pissed off, I said get back
Drop it down like a motherfucking quarter tag
Fuck a white bitch, now my kid is quarter black
Motherfucker ain't you heard it, this is murder rap

And when you fuck with me, I promise, there's no comming back
In the suburbs we was trappin out the quarter sack
Eating xannys like they candy
Spooky keep a nine when we rollin' in a cammry
Life is do or die
Now you know why I'm demanding
You even need rosetta stone just to understand me

Yeah
Met a shorty in Miami
And I know she thinking that I'm gonna win a grammy
I put that on my granny
I see this panorama
And you is not my standards
Cuz you ain't got no manners
Yeah

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Motherfucker ain't you heard it this is murder rap