(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
Ayo
I drop a bag on the Rolls with the temp tags
My n- locked, scammin' money out their pen pals
I know a b-, bust it open in the club
Introduce you to the plug, ten plates feel like ten cash
I got a call, told him, "Meet me in the backstreets"
Got out of the Jeep just to f- him in the backseat
I'm not impressed, I said, "Yo, the D mad weak"
Hit my n- up, I got him robbed and that a- beat
I told him that he had the chance of a lifetime
Who wanna be a millionaire? I'm your lifeline
These b- always checkin' for me like a Nike sign
N- always frontin' when they only did some light time
Beep, beep, beep, is that bleep?
Is that you talkin' to me? It's that deep?
If I don't even know you exist, is that beef?
When n- get their jaw broke, wait, is that teeth?
Murder, murder, murder, murder, mm (murder)
Murder, murder, murder, murder, mm (murder)
Murder, murder, murder, murder, mm (murder)
Murder, murder, murder, murder
(Wait is that teeth?)
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