[Intro]
Yea, wassup, yeah
Muthafuckin' murder
Muthafuckin' murder
Muthafuckin' murder
Muthafuckin' murder, Bitch, wassup
Muthafuckin' murder, Yeah, what?

[Verse]
Hoppin' out with 762's, hoppin' out with all of them fucking 2's
Killin' everybody in mothafuckin' sight
Real shit, I'm hoppin' out, you don't wanna fight so let me know
Just what you wanna do cause I'm ready to kill
I'm in this bitch tryna kill for the mill's
Holdin' it down, doing what I gotta do for the set
Put it in work everyday so it don't get wet, up
N***a talkin shit I ain't gotta set him up
Talkin' and shit, n***a you ain't gotta bet it bruh
So whatchu' [?], don't you know I'm on the fucking scene
Holdin' it down everyday, n***a gettin' green
Countin' it up, you can die, If you actin' green
Who you be?, n***a, your mug ain't mean enough
N***a you ain't steppin' enough, fuckin' with me
N***a your whole life is a bluff, so let me know if you tryna act tough
Real shit, n***a you gon' get smacked up
Hit you up In your shit, me I been doing this
Been, gettin' bread, got bitches all on my dick
Sucking that dick like they supposed to do that
Bad bitches, yeah you know that they gon' throw it back
Cause all these bitches Is hoes and sluts, that's real shit
Now n***a you know that these bitches Is must
So why the fuck, would you try to second guess that
Cause I'm the one that's gon' shoot you with the fuckin' Gat
Black flag on my face puttin' on for [?]
Puttin' In work, n***a just incase you ain't know
You fucking with me, just know I gotta get the dough
Rob, I'm taking they life, I'm taking they wife, I'm taking they bitch
Don't you know, I'm bout that shit, I ain't even gotta, talk about that shit
Nah, but I'm still gon' speak them facts
And a n***a like me, will kill you for them racks
Put that pistol to yo head, now yo bitch ass dead
Celebrating with my homies and you know, we roaming
Through the city, you know that you don't want no beef
No pity for these bitch n***as up In these streets
Cause If he wanna play with me, you know I'll
Knock his head off, I caught him slippin' I'm pistol grippin'
You play around with me, n***a don't you know
I gotta go and get, to the mothafuckin' dough
Play with us If you want too, that's the wrong move
Don't you know that we at you, we got you
Big ass guns and Berettas n***a counting that cheddar
AK-47's ain't nothin better, then that
N***a, when I'm, shootin' the gat, better, bat- bat-
N***a ready to, attack