MURDER.

Lyrics

[Intro: Tobe Nwigwe] I never give it mercy Yeah, yeah—y-yeah—yeah I never give it mercy Murder she wrote I never give it mercy Yeah, buyakah, buyakah! Get twisted [Hook: Tobe Nwigwe] Look, every beat I'm on, I never give it mercy Like an alpha, the flow's ice cold The flow H2O if you're thirsty Every bar I spit soothe your soul Like murder she wrote [Verse 1] If you're talkin' bout appropriation The whole nation guilty by association This whole system need exfoliation You keep commandments, but you devilish So really, you a holy Satan How you Muslim but you roll with bacon? Hell, I ain't Muslim, I'm just sayin' If you acting, that's the role you playing Don't judge me, you need to listen, akh Hell, I'm approaching 30 That's when all that nae-nae and whippin' stops Don't get it twisted, I'm with God 'til the ticking stops But anybody can catch these hands like the chickenpox Quick to box if you threaten me or my family From the Swat, so watch how you speak when you handle me Flow is hot, boy, I bring more heat than a candle bring Thotties bop every time I be where the cameras be [Break: Tobe Nwigwe] Not to brag, hahaha Hold up, let me get back in my bag [Verse 2: Tobe Nwigwe] Look, I don't JuJu on the Beat, I'm a guru when I speak No papaya, I'm a naija boy, that's fufu when I eat I'ma lose you if you weak, catch a bruise if you repeat I'm Desmond Tutu, your flow boo-boo Ga-ga-goo-goo when you speak You got baby flow, pacifier, all I spit is dragon fire Desecrate all the food on my plate, this beat an appetizer Yuh, I ain't even touched the main course It take work to get it popping like champagne corks Stained floor in my living room, Fat be in there painting Facebook Live, almost 20,000, check out our engagement Yuh, spirit was thick, it had me shedding tears Low-key, felt like Jameis Winston during freshman year Heisman, no disguising, I get live when I see the visions of the Mini-Mes on the horizon Me and Fat, synergy, coincidentally surprising She had me on bended knee, the image was polarizing Guys, when you find the one, you should lock her up Hit a knee, put a ring on it, and knock her up Yeah, the beat sick, it's getting doctored up Please tell the fat lady sing the opera It's over [Outro: Tobe Nwigwe] I never give it mercy Yeah, y—yeah—yeah I never give it mercy Murder she wrote