Murder (feat. NBA Youngboy)

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Murder (feat. NBA Youngboy) Song Lyrics
Ayy
Gang, gang, gang (Mike WiLL Made-It)
Lil Capalot, bitch, ha
(Tay Keith)

Hit the strip after school
Couldn't wait 'til I got outta class
Used to stare at the clock and sh-
Before all this rap sh- I was gang-bangin'
And doin' high-speeds on the cops and sh-
And I'm straight from the Chi'
But I ball like a king up in Cali'
And shoot like Stojaković
Keep applying that pressure, I go on the run
It ain't no lettin' up, ain't no stoppin' it

Had to tell my lil brother to chill, gotta stay in the house
Come outside, he be poppin' sh-
You ain't heard about us? Well, you need to go watch the news
N- know we be droppin' sh-
Got the feds on my a- in the hood
'Cause they think I'm the one who been buyin' them Glocks and sh-
I'm just focused on music, they say my last tape was a classic
But I got some hotter sh-

I be rockin' a show, or if I'm not up in the stu'
Then I'm f- this cash off
Don't you know Polo G, skinny-tall with the dreads
That lil' n- be rappin' his a- off
Yeah, I heard she got surgery, still wanna climb from the back
Just to see if her a- soft
Go like Harden, with rockets we blast off
Tried to throw us some bullets but we made 'em fumble
Like now you ain't gettin' that pass off
Spin the block, now I'm takin' my mask off
Hit the gas like we racin', speed off in them foreigns
And leave tire marks on the asphalt
It's gon' be R-I-P once your a- caught
He like frontin', we knockin' his cap off
'Nother day, a new chain on or a MAC bought
All this ice got me freezin' like Jack Frost (4 time)

That boy a b-, that's his dad fault
If you play, then you late, we could crash out (let's go)
When I up in his sh-, bet it's man down
In BOA pullin' them bands out (cash)
DOA, bi-, I get your mans out
A rockstar from the block, I stand out
Came from nothin', I f- my advance up
When I hit the game with my flow, n- ran off (no cap)

F- it, I'm not your average Joe
When I leave the house, I tuck it
I'm rich, I don't shop on no budget
He clutchin', my lil' youngin want him a bucket (score)
I hop on this bi- and run it
If I said it, I seen it or done it
These lil' n- never robbed nobody, ain't caught no body
And ain't gettin' no money (cap)

Where I'm from it's sports or gunplay
We looked up to the killers and dealers
But even them n- won't make it out one day
Before my first M, I been had hood fame
Took off like I was on the runway
I'm a star but still post on the one way
Them n- talk but they won't play
We let them guns sing like the choir on Sunday

Yeah, yeah
Hop on the scene and I'm thuggin'
That Glock on my hip, so you know that I'm clutchin'
Catch me a opp, I'ma down him in public
Police keep askin', I'm changin' the subject
The way I grew up, man, a n- was workin'
Why the f- you got a gun, you not gonna bust it?
And a hundred some' shots, I ain't doin' no tussin'
Givin' n- temptation like he David Ruffin

I ain't gon' cap, I don't even like rappin'
But I love wrappin' them bodies and sh-
F- a bi- and when I get done
I'ma up my Glock and then rob the bi-
Catch a n- when he clock out
I'ma get him wacked at his job and sh-
And I don't know why the police keep f- with me
'Cause they ain't stoppin' sh-, yeah

Spin on your block like a remix
Shoot him in the face, get his teeth lit
Extended clip like a broomstick
Shoot a flick like Netflix
Scratch a opp off the check-list
I just bought a gun off Craigslist
Shoot a opp in his brain, I'm leavin' a stain
Only thing you see is red sh-

If the police behind, we kick dust
My gun need some drawers, it got nuts
Whole gang we strapped, don't test us
If a n- play he gon' get bust, yeah
NLE the top shotta
Don dada, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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