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Murder Bitch

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Baby be my murder b***h

Show me that you lay down in that cut and let that 30 hit

I been rapping in my sleep, I think that I'm too build for this

Ion think they told you but these f*ck niggas get kilt for diss

You caught that body and got in that room

And fold up like some pretzel sticks

(Glah glah glah glah glah)

I feel like nardo wick

Spinning back to back

Ion give a fuck, they should've never started s**t

Smoke pole

Make yo baby mama eat the dick,

You know her throat sold

All these niggas trailing on the gang,

They gone get slumped over

Riding the beat like rollercoaster

See me in a Walmart

You know I got that 30 poking

Treat his head like a bag of snacks

Imma leave it open

Ruthless boy

I don't give a f*ck about them IG posts

Fatality

Make that lil hoe eat the d**k

That lil b***h tryna marry me

I heard I'm the biggest opp

Tell them pussies bury me

Bitch I'm with lil biggie, we leave his head swole

Like a f*****g piggy

How I'm worth some Ms when I was just down bad

With a f*****g penny

Oh you with my b***h again,

I swear imma send that blitz again

Niggas know bout anti

Know that 5 be my favorite gen

(Blah blah)

Imma have lil brodie dem just rock out like some rock stars

Trackhawk with a kick

Imma snatch off on a cop car

That boy say he want smoke with me,

Imma gone and hit up baby nard

We can't get that p***y nigga, I'm in his old lady yard

Screaming f*ck the other side

Told y'all he ain't a real stepper,

That's how that boy lil brother died

He copped out

If we go to a show, we finna bring like every Glock out

Get his baby and put that boy in a oven like a pot pie

You got all my drops, p***y boy why you ain't pop out?

Leave the hill wet

Yeah you know we brung them mops out

Think I'm from New Orleans,

I get s**t boiling like a bowl of noodles

Black truck with them tints and that stick, that's my favorite Uber

High speed

Bitch I'm with big ant, we in that cat, how y'all gon stop me?

Hit her from the back, p***y wetter than some Mac and cheese

Please give me that mac 11

I keep telling these p***y niggas, Ion think I'm going to heaven

I went on drill with timbs and I left blood on them

Bury yo big homie, yeah it's time to throw some mud on him

In the ground, suppressor on my Glock no it won't make a sound

Move around

Imma spin this b***h til y'all go out of town

Miami trips

Yeah we having 40s with the 30 clips

Let it rip

Treat him like a beyblade, imma get him slipped

Bitch boy

Yeah im rich as hell

You can tell by my new fit boy

Yeah you f****d that b***h

But she still gone eat my d**k boy

If I shed a tear, tell the bro to shoot me in the head

I'm some like a deer, get to ramming s**t like f*****g [?]

Y'all ain't spinning s**t

Need to get back for that other hit

Treat em like some grits

Get the pot and get to stirring s**t

You riding with lil anti so you better have yo 30 b***h

Leaving s**t on stand by

Swear to god that I don't care bout s**t

You done put my name in a song, now let's get it on

4-5 with the grip, I let it rip, that's my favorite chrome

How I'm just 17, but I got M's, finna let 'em see 'em

Oh he having smoke with the label, I wouldn't wanna be him

Time to the tracker on his car and meet his baby mama

I smoke all the opps in the city, call me baby stoner

We brung us a bag to the yo, time to roll it up

If a n***a still stealing cars, he can't f*ck with us

Man that s**t played out, I had to b***h laid out

Tell em free lil [?], I think he got like 30 days now

She say boy you tweaking, b***h I'm geeking off this adderall

I might shoot the deacon,

I don't give a f*ck about praying to god

This s**t out my head, I think anti is a f*****g sped

Roll them niggas up, all the opps

Yeah they f*****g dead

(Smack smack)

Nigga play with me, I swear to god I get em peeled back

Bags in the loft, you can call this b***h the real shack

Come and get yo pound from me

I ain't never spinning blocks again, I'm tryna get on feet

Bet not be a set up, this on gang everything get wet up

Switch on every Glock, plus they hold a 50, don't get popped

Mama told me since I was a jit, I was popping tops

Bitch I got a 30 and a switch on this exotic Glock

Yeah I'm with young menace, pull a n***a teeth like f*****g dentist

Lil b***h say she pregnant, b***h I hit you with a f*****g jimmy

They say anti chill you lit for real, but im blood man

I was at the bottom, b***h I got it out the mud man

Opps been clicking up, man I heard y'all boys then locked in

Studio all night, yeah the whole gang we clocked in

Spin boy, you know who you is

You bet not get back in that bens boy

Fucked yo bitch, just like a opp, I told her I ain't yo friend w***e

Yeah we riding [?]

Yeah I got that simmy tucked

Yeah I'm rich as hell, I'll spin em in a Bentley truck

Aye 2, keep having a Glock

I swear to god these niggas hate you

Nigga play with me, imma pull em like a fake tooth

Step step

Put em on a counter, chop em up

Bitch imma f*****g chef

Yeah the streets just like a game, you know imma whack the ref

Niggas think lil anti lame, swear to god they gone meet they death

See how they pull it, swear to god that imma f*****g shoot

Man you p***y as hell nigga, who the f*ck is you? Bitch