Murder (feat. NBA Youngboy)

Y'all niggas done woke me up

Oh, I'm talkin' redrum

Turn me up mic, turn me up

I'm talkin' redrum

Ay, I'm talkin' redrum

I just flooded my neck so my chain can glist

Rollie on me but it do not tick

I ain't got time to spend with no bitch

Stay on my grind, I'm tryna get rich

Down for the kill, might catch me a body

My nigga like Martin he keep him a Tommy

Remember them days, I was broke, I was bummy

I got on my ass, I had to get something

Hopped out my feelings, hopped in my bag

I'm thanking my gang, and I'm throwing my flag

You diss on my gang, then his toe gave a tag

I run in your house and I'm hittin' your stash

Say you want smoke, I'm bringing that pressure

When bullets hit, turn his shirt into ketchup

All gas, yeah we can't let 'em

Keep my body on the dresser (Damn son, where'd you find this?)

I'm talking redrum

I'm talking murder

Them bullets hurt ya

Flip you like a burger

Or like a mattress

My nigga you can have it

I'm all about the smoke, like a fucking crack addict

Ain't no cappin' me, nigga all I know is murder (Murder)

I come straight off them streets, and I know that gang you heard of

Niggas say they want beef,

You know we gon' pull up straight up in they circle (Grr, prr)

Pull up, we lettin' off shots (Yeah)

Got into it on the corner, same night got hit up

Blowin' up Montana phone, he ain't never pick up

Dump passin' by through the north, for the pick-up

Drownin' wit' a Glock, everybody gettin' shook up

In Jail, at the table, I was fixin' me a hook up

Police in my face every time that I look up

Bitch left, I ain't really trippin' on that, fuck her

Nutted in her face last time that I fucked her

Left jail no time, money I done ran up

Every real nigga fuck wit' me gon' stand up

I was on the ground, real quick I done came up

Changed up on me, nigga, I could never blame them

Nigga ever play real quick, I'ma shame him

Say he want fight, Baby Joe gon' zip him

Run up on me try me jack, nigga I'ma flip him

Gotta kill a nigga since that boy play wit' [?] 'nem (Woah)

I put that on my children real quick,

I'll take a fuck nigga soul (Soul)

Gone off them pills, Percocet, Molly, X, everyday I roll (Roll)

You know it ain't a joke, if he say he want smoke,

I'ma hit him wit' the pole (Boom, pow, pow, boom)

Back then you ain't know wit' them false allegations, now you know

Wet they block, I don't know 'bout you (Know about you)

Three niggas, four straps in the coupe (In the coupe)

Get out the car, walk down when you shoot

Shot one, Q said, "It was two"

Fuck that, hit the other block, too

Told her stop front the house, but they stopped at the corner

E went to hit and when he came out the roof

Another body dropped, 'nother mamma cry

Check this, where I'm from that shit happened everyday

I was fifteen, me and Bun sellin' Yay

Youngest nigga in the trap, so I'm strapped if you play

Won't hesitate, up and aim it at ya face (Face)

I'm out that North, nigga knowin' I'ma spray

Ain't up in my gang, then you knowin' you can't hang

Me and KD in a Benz ridin' down 38

Every time I'm in the city, man I'm runnin' to that thang

Ben strapped wit' a Glizzy and I'm strapped wit' a K

Every nigga wit' me wit' it, I know they gon' bang

But you dyin' on scene if you reach for my chain (Reach for my chain)

Yeah, you know we slangin' nine 'bout that

North side, landlord, I ain't playin' 'bout that ('Bout that)

NBA be my gang, bitch I stand on that (I stand)

Real diamonds on my neck, spent them bands on that

Bitch nigga call my phone, I don't never call back

Call 3Three, he'll tell them niggas I don't want chat

In the studio wit' shade, in the studio wit' strangers

On the grind everyday, I been chasin' that sack

Real 38 Baby, I'm from 'cross the track

You could keep yo' lil money, I don't wanna do no track

One Million views, I'm restarting today

You could think that I'm slippin', I keep me a strap (Bitch)

Ain't no cappin' me, nigga all I know is murder

I come straight off them streets, and I know that gang you heard of

Niggas say they want beef

You know we gon' pull up straight up in they circle

Pull up, we lettin' off shots, there's gonna be a murder (Ayy)