Murder He Wrote

Lyrics

[Intro: $lick $loth] Road, windows frozen Riding low, low, low, sitting on low, low, low (Slicky) Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay You did good, $lick [Chorus: $lick $loth] Woah Hit the road, windows frozen, I'm ghost (I'm ghost, yeah) Overdose, do the most when I pour (when I pour) Murder he wrote, wrote full of that dope, dope (full of dope, dope, dope) Get smoked, smoked, eye through the scope, scope (through the scope, scope) Riding low, low, sitting on low pro (on low pro) They holla woah-woah when I hit the north shore (the north shore) In my zone, zone eyes on the po-po (on the po-po) Savage modе, mode Lil Cut Throat, throat (Cut Throat) [Verse 1: $lick $loth] Yeah you know I'm riding with my head up high Anothеr day they tryna take my pride Step aside, let me fortify Aye, bust they head, with the forty-five Hot drop, drop top, top drop Bullets dropping 'cause they hot Slicky empty out the clip You see these cuts on my wrist Life a bitch, knife slit God-damn, I can't lie, I'm fucking sick Purple got me feeling funny Blood money, fifty thousand dollar diamonds I ain't bust out yet Creeping, you can't see me ducking in the corner Paint wet, with that choppa on my lap, that's a bet (yeah, yeah) [Chorus: $lick $loth] Hit the road, windows frozen, I'm ghost (gho-gho-ghost) Overdose, do the most when I pour (pour, pour, pour) Murder he wrote, wrote full of that dope, dope (full of dope, dope, dope) Get smoked, smoked, eye through the scope, scope (scope, scope) Riding low, low, sitting on low pro (low pro-pro) They holla woah-woah when I hit the north shore (po, po, po) In my zone, zone eyes on the po-po (on the po-po) Savage mode, mode Lil Cut Throat, throat [Verse 2: Chetta] Break me down to pieces, you know all my rights, yeah I could never change up, never switch my side, yeah Split a couple Xans till we feel alright, yeah Smoking out the pound, oh, that's they feature price, yeah When I die, bury me where they don't go Pull up cold on the scene with my eyes low Savage mode, Cut Throat, let 'em know (let 'em know!) Let 'em know - I want that motherfucking smoke, smoke I been outchea getting throwed on the Northside Family changing, people dying, but it's alright Money coming, money going, that's the life right? Right, right, right Always sipping on my problems, need some Hi-Tech Wipe your tears in your eyes, you can't break that Keep it real, keep it a hundo, you ain't 'bout that Say lil bro "I got you 'til my fucking life black" [Chorus: $lick $loth] Hit the road, windows frozen, I'm ghost (I'm ghost, yeah) Overdose, do the most when I pour (when I pour) Murder he wrote, wrote full of that dope, dope (full of dope, dope, dope) Get smoked, smoked, eye through the scope, scope (through the scope, scope) Riding low, low, sitting on low pro (on low pro) They holla woah-woah when I hit the north shore (hit the north shore) In my zone, zone eyes on the po-po (on the po-po) Savage mode, mode Lil Cut Throat, throat (Cut Throat) [Outro: $lick $loth] Yeah you know I'm riding with my head up high Another day they tryna take my pride Step aside, let me fortify Aye, bust they head, with the forty-five