Murder

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Jay Fizzle - Rap, USA

Murder

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[Intro: Jay Fizzle] Big Grape (Sosa 808 got this bitch knocking, nigga, ayy) Yeah, yeah, yeah Okay, woo Okay Fah, fah, fah-fah (Chop his ass up whole, shit) Gang, gang, let's go [Chorus: Jay Fizzle] Every time you see me, I stay with some purple (Yeah) I'm the type nigga play dirty (Dirty) I don't fuck with Hersey's Nigga play bitch, last time he did (Bitch) Won't come outside, niggas hide in the shed like a turtle (Shaky-ass nigga) Shake the opp' block, catch you fuck niggas lackin' (Gang) Send a whole hundred shots, have him jumping them hurdles (Fah, fah) Can't come around if you ain't 'bout that action (Fah, fah) 'Cause these niggas with me and they down to go murder Every nigga 'round me and thеy down to go murder (Every nigga 'round me and thеy down to go murder, yeah) Hop in the Hellcat and do a whole circle (Skrrt) Treat the opp' like some keylon, we call they ass gurgle (Bitch) Ran up some bosses, I can't be a worker (Nah) Man, I keep poppin' Perky's and I ain't even hurtin' (Perky) Niggas be tough in public, but bitch behind curtains That type shit get you murdered (Get you murdered) [Verse 1: Jay Fizzle] Spin nigga block like a tornado (Psh) FN and came with the tip, man, it look like the teeth on a alligator (Blue tips) Don't play with the label Send nigga up in the air like a elevator (Haha) That young nigga tough, man, I feel like a gladiator (Yeah) Put the stick to your head, make the motherfucker penetrate you (Give me somethin') That nigga tough, man, I feel like a gladiator (Yeah) Put the stick to your head, make the motherfucker penetrate you (Chop him up) Gang, bitch, with the ray, we do homicide (Gang) When these graze catch you (Gang, gang), you gon' wish it was suicide Caught him in traffic, he ridin' in an Uber (Okay) He thought it was safe 'til we shot up the Uber driver (Fah, fah-fah) I got them turkey's, it look like a turkey drive (Dope boy) Good everywhere, man, this young nigga mob tying (Yeah) Choppa gon' fry a nigga ass like a French fry Ride the Scat Pack like a motherfuckin' Red Eye (Gang) Young nigga slide, we gon' hop in the Enterprise These lil' niggas with me and they tryna catch a body (They is) One shot at yo' noggin We don't need a beam on the Glock (Yeah, yeah), 'cause all the lil' niggas, they walking (Yeah) I run my hood, nigga, go ask around Tell me somethin' different, I'm gunning you down (I'm gunning you down) Tell me somethin' different, I'm gunning you down (I'm gunning you down) Tell me somethin' different, I'm gunning you down (Fah) Lil' cuz 'nem banging that Murder Gang Reach for my chain, put a nigga face up in a picture frame (Bitch) My lil' brother bangin' the same thing Stuck in the cell with a shank, if you bitch, you get killed (We Big Grape) Bang Street flag in my pocket Don't gotta say too much, nigga, they know that I'm Crip (Grape) We got the drop on a opp' She ask what she get, man, I told her some nut on her lip (Bitch) [Chorus: Jay Fizzle] Every time you see me, I stay with some purple (Yeah) I'm the type nigga play dirty (Dirty) I don't fuck with Hersey's Nigga play bitch, last time he did (Bitch) Won't come outside, niggas hide in the shed like a turtle (Shaky-ass nigga) Shake the opp' block, catch you fuck niggas lackin' (Okay) Send a whole hundred shots, have him jumping them hurdles (Fah, fah) Can't come around if you ain't 'bout that action (Fah, fah) 'Cause these niggas with me and they down to go murder Every nigga 'round me and they down to go murder (Murder Gang, on gang, yeah) Hop in the Hellcat and do a whole circle Treat the opp' like some keylon, we call they ass gurgle (Bitch) Ran up some bosses, I can't be a worker (Nah) Man, I keep poppin' Perky's and I ain't even hurtin' (Perky) Niggas be tough in public, but bitch behind curtains (Yeah, yeah) That type shit get you murdered (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Snupe Bandz] C-double-M, we the murder team (Murder) Group full of shooters, might spin out the limousine (Yeah) Twelve hit the lights, you see smoke when I spree the scene (Grrt) Flyin' in the foreign (Skrrt, skrrt), got a pocket full of collard greens Play with my bad bitch, it gon' be a homicide (Murder) Draco on me, run up on me, I'm dryin' (Yeah) Don't come around me, you ain't slinging iron (Nah) I send a hit at like 5, he was dead before 9 (Yeah) Nigga, I ain't wasting no time (No time) Play with the mob, bitch, we gon' get you out of here (Out of here) Fire 'em up, put the smoke in the atmosphere (Fire 'em up) Flavor on my hip, so you know I'm a big boss I catch an opp', tear my ice, I'ma get off (Get off) .38 hit him up, make his ass lift off (Lift off) Lyft full of shooters, hell nah, we don't tip off (Nah) Ain't none of my members, money and murder (Murder) I'm a hot nigga like I'm Bobby Shmurda (Hot nigga) My flag blue and my nigga bang purple (Grape) Boy, you a lame, ain't no squares in my circle (You a lame) Can't hang with the gang, you ain't got a murder (On the gang) Yeah, South Memphis, like, "What's up, bro? Go get you a kill" (A body) I'm black with a ski mask, I'm finna go drill (Yeah) Choppa, money, murder, nigga, fuck how you feel (On the mob)

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Credits

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  • Jay Fizzle
  • Snupe Bandz
  • SOSA 808