Murderman (feat. LAZER DIM 700 & VonOff1700)

Hmm

Pullin' down your block, they call me murder-murder man (bah)

I might send a couple shots, you know it's murder, murder man (ah)

I'm the three-phone shawty, I got burners, burners man (phew)

Niggas really don't want beef like I'm the fuckin' burger man (ah)

Talkin' gangsta shit, but you would never hurt a man

You's a bitch, on God, foreign whips in the lot (ah)

Yeah, I'm stuffin' my pocket with all of them knots (knots)

I don't give a fuck about your thot (thot)

I'm beatin' her box, she suckin' my cock (yeah)

I got me some paper, them niggas got hot

I got me a mop, I don't give a fuck, you niggas get dropped

Six feet nigga, right in the street

I leave 'em right in a mo'fuckin' creek (creek)

I put my life on a mo'fuckin' beat (beat)

Got this shit out the mud, shit out the street (street)

She wanna fuck, tug on my meat

She wanna love, bitch, I'm a freak

It ain't no love when you deep in these streets

Send out a drop, we gon' push up, we deep

And I keep splurgin' my racks on this weed

Hollow tips in the Glock, shit got disease

Step on these niggas neck, we don't let 'em breathe

Pull out that scram, gotta spread out my drip

I took a Uber there, left in a Lyft

Glock 19 with a scope, no Smith

Come to that block, you gon' see me on fifth

Pull up with a stick, give you a gift

Fucked up, in the whip I drift

Everybody trap out the store, we got zips

Everybody got us a fire, we got clips

Come down the wrong block, whip get flipped

Pullin' down your block, they call me murder-murder man (bah)

I might send a couple shots, you know it's murder, murder man (ah)

I'm the three-phone shawty, I got burners, burners man (phew)

Niggas really don't want beef like I'm the fuckin' burger man (ah)

Talkin' gangsta shit, but you would never hurt a man

You's a bitch, on God, foreign whips in the lot (ah)

Yeah, I'm stuffin' my pocket with all of them knots (knots)

I don't give a fuck about your thot (thot)

I'm beatin' her box, she suckin' my cock (yeah)

You know that

First nigga tweak gon' leave in a box (dumbass)

You don't wanna work no job

The last nigga died tryna punch on the clock (don't wanna die, nigga a dumbass)

Niggas be dumb as fuck, they think I'ma fight

I'll fuck 'round, shoot at the rocks

Before all this rap, I probably stealin' the car

Or bending a fuck nigga block

If I get a lo' on the opp and don't got no shoes

I'ma bounce out the V in some Crocs (come here)

We gotta pick up a lil' nigga dead (dead ass)

Looked at his feet, he was knocked out his socks (damn)

Catch him at Walmart, chase him all through the lot (come here, come here)

I let out three shots, three niggas got popped (you know that)

Bitch, I'm a menace, I can't be stopped

That nigga got hit with a switch and a chop (bah)

Pullin' down your block, they call me murder-murder man (bah)

I might send a couple shots, you know it's murder, murder man (ah)

I'm the three-phone shawty, I got burners, burners man (phew)

Niggas really don't want beef like I'm the fuckin' burger man (ah)

Talkin' gangsta shit, but you would never hurt a man

You's a bitch on God, foreign whips in the lot (ah)

Yeah, I'm stuffin' my pocket with all of them knots (knots)

I don't give a fuck about your thot (thot)

I'm beatin' her box, she suckin' my cock (yeah)

Not my dad, you always wanna hear something

Ugly fucking doodoo head

Fuckin'-