Murder

Y’all niggas done woke me up
Oh, I’m talkin' redrum
Turn me up mic, turn me up
I’m talkin' redrum
Ay, I’m talkin' redrum
Ay, I just flooded my necks on my chain,
Rollie on me but it do not tick
I ain’t got time to spend with no bitch
Stay on my grind, I’m tryna get rich
Down for the kill, might catch me a body
My nigga like Marty, he keep him a
Remember them days I was broke, I was bummin'
I got on my ass, I had to get something
I hopped out my Phillies and hopped in my bag
I’m baitin' my gang and I’m throwin' my flag
You diss on my gang and his toe have a tag
I run in your house and I’m hittin' your stash
He say he want smoke, we bringin' that pressure
Them bullets hit, turn his shirt to ketchup
All gas, yeah we can’t let 'em
Keep my body on the dressure
Damn son, where’d you find this?
I’m talkin' redrum, I’m talkin' murder
Them bullets hurt ya, flip you like a burger
Or like a mattress, my nigga you can have it
I’m all about the smoke, like a fucking crack addict
Ain’t no cappin' me, nigga all I know is murder (Murder)
I come straight off them streets, and I know that gang you heard of (Heard of)
Niggas say they want beef, you know we gon' pull up straight up in they circle
(Grr, prr)
Pull up, we lettin' off shots (Yeah)