Murder House

Lyrics

[Intro: Tate & Violet] -one after my dad left, I was... ten, I think Last week, first day at my new school, sucks Westfield, right? The worst, I got thrown out of there I hate it here, I hate everyone All their boujee, designer bullshit East Coast was much cooler, I mean, at least we had weather I love it when the leaves change Yea, me too Why'd you move here My dad had an affair My mom literally caught him in the act It's horrible [Chorus] Dracos long and it's finna go down I spent too many bands, they wеight down Keep me a K, 'cause they еnvy them Everybody tryna command me now And these niggas know I don't fuck with them They hating, they mad, they wan' fuck with us I stack up the bag and I double up Got too many hoes in the Bentley truck Me and Gang, we go way back I just pulled off in a Maybach You don't get bands just say that (Yea) Bitch talking shit we don't play that (Damn) Wiping they nose got to say slatt (Damn) Going up, you can not stop that (Damn) Just like a weave, I'ma snatch that (Yea) [Verse] Yea, delirious as fuck right now, mmhmm Told her, "I don't give a fuck right now", mmhmm I told her, "I want them bucks right now" Told you that I want the cash right now Told you that I want the bag right now These niggas going so sad, it's sad (It's sad) My sons talk to me, they tell me like "Dad" B-Burberry rocking flag These niggas be rocking them clothes (Them clothes), I still see the tags (Tags) Tell that lil' ho, you can't talk to me Run u-Run up them bands, I don't talk for free You want the verse then you paying me Two guns, feel like Max Payne People think I'm going insane I know my young nigga miss me I'm begging my mom, counting hella cheese Got niggas on Methamphetamine You getting no bands, whatchu telling me? They say they want old Ko back, they tellin' me (Yea) [Bridge] Yea, yea, yea Aye, run up too many bands [?] a nigga talkin' 'bout [Chorus] Dracos long and it's finna go down I spent too many bands, they weight down Keep me a K, 'cause they envy them Everybody tryna command me now And these niggas know I don't fuck with them They hating, they mad, they wan' fuck with us I stack up the bag and I double up Got too many hoes in the Bentley truck Me and Gang, we go way back I just pulled off in a Maybach You don't get bands just say that (Yea) Bitch talking shit we don't play that (Damn) Wiping they nose got to say slatt (Damn) Going up, you can not stop that (Damn) Just like a weave, I'ma snatch that (Yea)