MURDER MUSIC

Yeah
Yeah
Aye, you know what the fuck goin' on, man
Huh
These niggas talkin' they shit, man
They talkin' bout I can’t talk my shit
Nigga shut the fuck up
Let me talk my shit, nigga
Aye (you know what the fuck goin' on, boy)
Imma talk my shit anyway (YBF nigga)
Fuck y’all niggas (run this shit up)
And fuck them opps
Yeah
Yeah
Like a crackhead, my niggas want smoke
Shit ain’t even beef
Cause these niggas really broke
He think he on gang shit
I take him as a joke
Smoke a opp pack
Put em on the floor
All my niggas shoot
Dont get shit confused
30 in the clip
We gon let it loose
Think I’m having twins
All my choppas come in twos
Nigga chasin' clout
He gon die for views
All you niggas copy
Shit gon' get you bodied
Postin' yo hotel room
Get you in the lobby
All my opps really pussy
Why the fuck they say they got me
Bitch you had my addy
Ain’t nobody pop me
All these niggas really 12, nigga
Who want smoke wit' me
100 bullets in that cutter, nigga
Who need surgery
Broke niggas in my mentions But they gotta earn the beef
You been rappin', they ain’t heard of you
I bet they heard of me
Like a crackhead, my niggas want smoke
Shit ain’t even beef
Cause these niggas really broke
He think he on gang shit
I take him as a joke
Smoke a opp pack
Put em on the floor
All my niggas shoot
Dont get shit confused
30 in the clip
We gon let it loose
Think I’m having twins
All my choppas come in twos
Nigga chasin' clout
He gon die for views
Yeah
You know what the fuck goin' on, man
They had us fucked up
I ain’t even playin' wit that shit no more, man
Yeah
They told me I can’t talk my shit
I do what the fuck I want, nigga
Talk my fuckin' shit
Yeah