Pullin´ down your block, they call me murder-murder man (Bah)
I might send a couple shots, you know it´s murder, murder man (Ah)

I´m the three-phone shawty, I got burners, burners man (Phew)
Niggas really don´t want beef like I´m the fuckin´ burger man (Ah)
Talkin´ gangsta shit, but you would never hurt a man
You´s a bitch on God, foreign whips in the lot (Ah)
Yeah, I´m stuffin´ my pocket with all of them knots (Knots)
I don´t give a fuck about your thot (Thot)
I´m beatin´ her box, she suckin´ my cock (Yeah)

I got me some paper, them niggas got hot
I got me a mop, I don´t give a fuck, you niggas get dropped
Six feet nigga, right in the street

I leave ´em right in a mufuckin´ creek (Creek)
I put my life on a mufuckin´ beat (Beat)
Got this shit out the mud, shit out the street (Street)
She wanna fuck, tug on my meat
She wanna love, bitch, I´m a freak

It ain´t no love when you deep in these streets
Send out a drop, we gon´ push up, we deep
And I keep splurgin´ my racks on this weed
Hollow tips in the Glock, shit got disease
Step on these niggas neck, we don´t let ´em breathe
Pull out that scram, gotta spread out my drip
I took a Uber there, left in a Lyft
Glock 19 with a scope, no Smith
Come to that block, you gon´ see me on fifth

Pull up with a stick, give you a gift
Fucked up, in the whip I drift
Everybody trap out the store, we got zips
Everybody got us a fire, we got clips
Come down the wrong block, whip get flipped

Pullin´ down your block, they call me murder-murder man (Bah)
I might send a couple shots, you know it´s murder, murder man (Ah)
I´m the three-phone shawty, I got burners, burners man (Phew)
Niggas really don´t want beef like I´m the fuckin´ burger man (Ah)
Talkin´ gangsta shit, but you would never hurt a man
You´s a bitch on God, foreign whips in the lot (Ah)

Yeah, I´m stuffin´ my pocket with all of them knots (Knots)
I don´t give a fuck about your thot (Thot)
I´m beatin´ her box, she suckin´ my cock (Yeah)

You know that
First nigga tweak gon´ leave in a box (Dumbass)
You don´t wanna work no job
The last nigga died tryna punch on the clock (Don´t wanna die, nigga a dumbass)
Niggas be dumb as fuck, they think I´ma fight
I´ll fuck ´round, shoot at the rocks
Before all this rap, I probably stealin´ a car
Or bending a fuck nigga block
If I get a lo´ on the opp and don´t got no shoes
I´ma bounce out the van with some Crocs (Come here)

We gotta pick up a lil´ nigga dead (Deadass)
Looked at his feet he was knocked out his socks (Damn)
Catch him at Walmart, chase him all through the lot (Come here, come here)
I let out three shots, three niggas got popped (You know that)
Bitch, I´m a menace, I can´t be stopped
That nigga got hit with a switch and a chop (Bah)

Pullin´ down your block, they call me murder-murder man (Bah)
I might send a couple shots, you know it´s murder, murder man (Ah)
I´m the three-phone shawty, I got burners, burners man (Phew)
Niggas really don´t want beef like I´m the fuckin´ burger man (Ah)

Talkin´ gangsta shit, but you would never hurt a man
You´s a bitch on God, foreign whips in the lot (Ah)
Yeah, I´m stuffin´ my pocket with all of them knots (Knots)
I don´t give a fuck about your thot (Thot)
I´m beatin´ her box, she suckin´ my cock (Yeah)

Not my dad, you always wanna hear something
Ugly fucking doodoo head
Fuckin´- hahaha