Murder Rate
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Murder Rate
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Wheezy outta here
Yeah
I get higher than the murder rate (huh, yeah)
Shut the fuck up, I can't concentrate (huh, shit, yeah)
If you try me today, you gon' die today
On my knees, I been praying for brighter days
I don't mean an assist, tryna fade away (hoo, shit)
Yeah, I be up working all night and days
Your bitch swallow my dick, said she proud of me
No, I don't mean that bitch is surrounding me
Ain't no know me I won't ever change up
All my niggas, they really stay down for me
Double R, I should be in a Range Rove'
I'ma pull up, I'm doing a high speed
Weezy F made it, I'm finna kill it, go ahead and bury it
I got my gun, I'ma Mariah Carey it
I love the money so much I'ma marry it
Don't know how to act, I feel like a barbarian
He don't want beef, that nigga vegetarian
Gun with a silencer like a librarian
I be the reason all these bitches staring
She swallows my kids, not good at parenting
Pay me a hundred-fifty for appearances
I got a Lamborghini from the dealership
If I don't buy a car I put it on my wrist (bling, bling)
Rocking red just like Popovich
Shooting no stock ain't nobody stopping it
They pocket watching ain't nobody robbin' this
Give him the MAC-11 with the cooling kit (ooh)
My niggas coming for you (ooh)
My niggas coming for you (ooh)
Ain't no telling what they gon' do
Catch ya at the red light, pull up, vroom
She ride my dick like a witch on a broom
When he walked in, we smell bitch in the room
Ayy, shoot that dude
Brah-brah-brah coming out that tool
Yeah
I get higher than the murder rate (huh, yeah)
Shut the fuck up, I can't concentrate (huh, shit, yeah)
If you try me today, you gon' die today
On my knees, I been praying for brighter days
I don't mean an assist, tryna fade away (hoo, shit)
Yeah, I be up working all night and days
Your bitch swallow my dick, said she proud of me
No, I don't mean that bitch is surrounding me
Ain't no know me I won't ever change up
All my niggas, they really stay down for me
Double R, I should be in a Range Rove'
I'ma pull up, I'm doing a high speed
Yeah
I get higher than the murder rate (huh, yeah)
Shut the fuck up, I can't concentrate (huh, shit, yeah)
If you try me today, you gon' die today
On my knees, I been praying for brighter days
I don't mean an assist, tryna fade away (hoo, shit)
Yeah, I be up working all night and days
Your bitch swallow my dick, said she proud of me
No, I don't mean that bitch is surrounding me
Ain't no know me I won't ever change up
All my niggas, they really stay down for me
Double R, I should be in a Range Rove'
I'ma pull up, I'm doing a high speed
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