Текст песни
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
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
Hahahaha
My young nigga Boogie Bird for that ass
Murder Inc
Alexa, get 'em
Have you ever, ever, ever been alone in life?
Met a down ass bitch, all along she was wifey
Some groupie ass complainin' said she don't like me
She ain't packin', no keepin' up with the last week
Tell them boys when they press us and start claimin'
I tell 'em I ain't the one, watch where you aimin'
In separate us ain't phased by what they sayin'
Tryna get my confessions but I ain't US Raymond
Ha, yeah I'm thorough just how we like it
Keep a bad bitch who won't flip like she a psychic
My clique don't snitch and sync like we some psychics
I'ma give a kiss and two fucks to who don't like it
Down ass bitches stick around
Every nigga better get him one runnin' through the town
Tell a bitch nigga lay down
His shots buckin' off if he try to make a sound, rrah
Murder Inc
Murder Inc
Murder Inc
Murder Inc