Lyrics
Murder Inc
Murder Inc
Murder Inc
Murder Inc
It's new tints on that motherfuckin' window
So the opps don't catch me smokin' my indo
They just wanna know my name and my info
Bumpin' hard, don't even get through the intro
And here they go killin' my vibe
I proceeded to pull over to the side
And walks up Officer Keith
He said "Sir, I'ma keep it real brief"
Before he even got to speak
I told Sonny hit the gas on the Jeep
Right hand man in crime
I do my dirt, I do my time
I learned that while baggin' up dimes, payin' off fines
Mr. Finesse, turn your girl into mine
I don't know why these pigs all on my back, I'd rather fur
Keep it G when them problems occur
Low key when I'm sellin' my merch
El Chapo put the drugs in the church
Ain't nobody when you lookin' at her
And my boo keep a gun in her purse
Last motherfucker tried ain't make it to the goddamn nurse
Fuck a fed, fuck a cop
Still got a stash of marijuana in my sock
Pretty ho give me some top, uh
I let the watch hang out the drop
They all on my back like a beater
Sex is great but bitch I don't need ya
Gun under the seat, I'm on the road
And if I get caught, I know how that shit go
Word to my mama I'm insane
Crazy shit be inside my brain
Tryna keep it cool so don't push me
Act a ho and get fucked like a pussy
And I got respect for my bitch
She a ride or die, keep a nine on her hip
I ain't never ever had to answer
Smoke a nigga like a motherfuckin' cancer
And we don't do the talkin'
See the opps, fuck nigga keep walkin'
You be 'bout the games
Get caught and you run and tell names
That's how you end up as a dead one
I stack the blue ones, you can keep the red ones
Life full of drama, no peace
Nigga fuck the police