Murder on my Mind

Lyrics

[Intro] Glock hot but you know I still carry On front street but you know I'm not scary Glock hot but you know I still carry On front street but you know I'm not scary Glock hot but you know I still carry On front street but you know I'm not scary These niggas rapping about that shit but I live it I'm going hard as fuck, can't be a statistic I'm counting plata yeah I'm getting them digits Got a full clip and you know I'm gon' rip it He violated so you know I'm gon' dip him He a loose tie so- (DJ Phat drop that shit) Aye (And this beat from Cash not from YouTube) Blat, blat Fifty (DJ Phat) Yeah, rich slime Aye [Chorus] Got murder on my mind Thirty-one shots in the Glock 29 Just caught a opp now I'm pouring up lines Back of the back and the seat gon' recline Swiping the card til' I see it decline All of my niggas they throwing up rich slime Can't fuck with these niggas, these niggas be swine I'm sliming that nigga, he acting too kind Got big rocks on my wrist, can't see the time Just slid on his block and I'm toting that G .9 Foreign bitch with me, you know she a dime Seventeen shooters with me and they slime African diamonds on me, they gon' shine I just took your bitch now she throwing up rich slime Shades on my face but you know that I'm not blind The pack on the way and you know that shit on time [Verse] Getting that sack like I play on the o-line Yeah we be sending hail mary's Just shot the clip now the nigga act scary I'm on the scene but I ain't talking about Perry Been trapping hard as fuck til' I had a Blackberry Chopper all black like Larry Got a trap bitch, she ain't tryna' get married On T.V. but I ain't talking about [?] Glock hot but you know I still carry On front street but you know I'm not scary These niggas rapping about that shit but I live it I'm going hard as fuck, can't be a statistic I'm counting plata yeah I'm getting them digits Got a full clip and you know I'm gon' rip it He violated so you know I'm gon' dip him He a loose tie so you know I'm gon' clip him [Chorus] Got murder on my mind Thirty-one shots in the Glock 29 Just caught a opp now I'm pouring up lines Back of the back and the seat gon' recline Swiping the card til' I see it decline All of my niggas they throwing up rich slime Can't fuck with these niggas, these niggas be swine I'm sliming that nigga, he acting too kind Got big rocks on my wrist, can't see the time Just slid on his block and I'm toting that G .9 Foreign bitch with me, you know she a dime Seventeen shooters with me and they slime African diamonds on me, they gon' shine I just took your bitch now she throwing up rich slime Shades on my face but you know that I'm not blind The pack on the way and you know that shit on time [Outro] S.I.P. man Sipping in peace (Crashout boyz)