Murda Shxt

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Wicked] Yeah Everybody wanna question the motive like they don't know about Otis Like they don't know that I will grab the .44 and unload it Like they don't realize I bleed out all this twisted emotion And I get sick and devoted to living darker than lotus And I may fuck up everybody getting close to me homie Because my vision won't focus so I be slinging the dough and the fucking elbows Rip a bitch apart like velcro Old-school like a three-striped shell toe No fools, just me and my fellows I'mma give 'em hell bro Until The Seventy is shown, no Kelso Hit me on a cellphone Faces I'mma melt son Number one contended 'til I went and put the belt on I be sending angels back to heaven where they fell from And I'm with all the static I've been in command And can feel like I invented the Xanax and Percocet addicts And then there nothing special about it Developing habits to leave you feeling hopeless without it and fuck up your medicine See ye ain't really need that Tell me where the tree at I've been going half on the weed sack Uh Ever since I was a wee lad Coming from the 3-0-3 that Denver, Colorado where you bleed at Fucking with the Gs that's sitting like a fucking A.M.B. track You're a fucking D-bag You ain't really G, that's all a fucking lie bro You're a fucking B-rad asking where the piece at Fuck it, I bring that ruckus Only fine hoes Fuckers in my line goes nutty I'm in grind mode buddy You could die no looky If I ride you ducking When I find 'em I'mma crush 'em let's go [Chorus: Young Wicked] This that axe murda shit, yeah Got the, Got the, got the gas for the clique, yeah I'm on, I'm on, I'm on Smash with a bitch, yeah Do that, Do that, do that dance on that bitch, yeah This that murda, murda, murda, murda, murda This that murda, murda, murda shit This that murda, murda, murda, murda, murda This that murda, murda, murda shit [Verse 2: Bonez Dubbs] It's a murder motherfucker and I'm back B-O-N-E-Z I'm coming for your neck Like I'm Martin, better run, tell that Smoking ooh-wee so you better fucking respect Rapper rag around my face, can't see me Cause I'm 'bout to rob your whole families-e Got the whole clique ready in the Lac Steady smoking on a bleezy Come a little wheezier Fuck what you heard, flying high like a bird Take a bitch, but I might though Fucking put that on the Bible Fuck 'em up like Kylo when he be taking on a Sith Never been a bitch like you What you gonna do that's nothing All I ever wanna do is smoke on something I'm that motherfucker got the cops all running away And I take 'em out no-scope no joke And I'm ready for whatever Cause I know that you ain't shit and I'm a hundred times better That's what she said Thinking with the head and you know I don't waste no time Cut it up at the fucking drop of a dime And there be murder on my motherfucking mind all the time like [Chorus: Young Wicked] This that axe murda shit, yeah Got the, Got the, got the gas for the clique, yeah I'm on, I'm on, I'm on Smash with a bitch, yeah Do that, Do that, do that dance on that bitch, yeah This that murda, murda, murda, murda, murda This that murda, murda, murda shit This that murda, murda, murda, murda, murda This that murda, murda, murda shit [Outro: Young Wicked] Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda Murda, murda, murda shit Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda Murda shit, murda shit