Murder

Album cover art for "Murder" by FBG Young & FBG Wooski

FBG Young & FBG Wooski - Rap, Pop Rap

Murder

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Duration: 3:19

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[Intro: YdotGdot] (Chicago's favorite nerd) I'ma be honest with you Ain't shit changed, my nigga We still on the same shit, my nigga We gon' kill 'em with success, my nigga [Intro: FBG Young] I'm rolling hard, I'm thinking murder We ever hit your block, we purging With them 'K's, you never know what [Chorus: FBG Young] I'm busting hard, I'm thinking murder If we ever hit your block, we purging If they ever snatch us, don't get nervous We smoked your brother ass on purpose Huh? I treat these bitches like they worthless If it don't feed the Fam, that shit "Worth"-less Huh? Calling up the plug like it's urgent I've been wilding with my lunatics from dirt up [Verse 1: Wooski] I... keep my head up, got to stay focused We... won't stop for 12 'cause they gon' search us I... don't want your bitch, so I dispersed her If... you coming short, then I won't serve ya Tookaville, bitch, that's who I do it for And if I put 'em on your ass, I bet them shooters blow You can catch me flexin' in the Louis store I'm riding in a Bentley with a movie ho [Chorus: FBG Young] I'm busting hard, I'm thinking murder If we ever hit your block, we purging If they ever snatch us, don't get nervous We smoked your brother ass on purpose Huh? I treat these bitches like they worthless If it don't feed the Fam, that shit "Worth"-less Huh? Calling up the plug like it's urgent I've been wilding with my lunatics from dirt up [Verse 2: FBG Young] Huh? I treat my niggas like my mama kids No out-of-sight, no out-of-mind, I send my niggas bread He lost his case, these niggas snitched, I ain't seen my Mans in years It's so hard being Real, but I still hold my head Totin' on that blicky when I'm headin' home Think about my Yungeen every time I'm gone Niggas gon' get Hel', I fuck around with homes If they ever snatch, never tell what ya know [Chorus: FBG Young] I'm busting hard, I'm thinking murder If we ever hit your block, we purging If they ever snatch us, don't get nervous We smoked your brother ass on purpose Huh? I treat these bitches like they worthless If it don't feed the Fam, that shit "Worth"-less Huh? Calling up the plug like it's urgent I've been wilding with my lunatics from dirt up

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Credits

Writers
  • Malcolm Flex
  • FBG Young
  • FBG Wooski