(I got Hitman on the beat)
There ain´t no love for her
I been M.I.A. though
(Marcuss, you killin´ the beat)
Ayy, fuck ya, fuck ya too

Murder gang

I ain´t tryna say a thing, nigga, I can barely think
I said I quit for seven days, and then I´m back on drank
I been tryna calm down, nigga, you should do the same
Still ain´t puttin´ these guns down, all I know is leave a stain
Hold on, I got a reason ´bout why I came through bleedin´
Bitch, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can´t see me
Real gang baby, dealin´ with these demons, it ain´t easy
They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin´, straps got built-in beams in

If I said it, bitch, I mean it
Gettin´ dirty with my clean ass
Double R, back then, it used to be a blue Jag´
Dirty bitch just want cash, fall for it, my wrong ass
Play games, I can´t pass
Only thing I want is you smashed
Dirty bitch, you ain´t my ho, don´t call my phone with your dog ass
You fuckin´ ´round with the other side, don´t be inside when that car crash
Four flat, with my hood on, got a twelve gauge like I´m Milat
Nawfside, better not spin through that
Pussy nigga won´t make it back, XD and a fully MAC
Youngin´ out the window like, "I told ya" (Bitch, I told ya)

Tryna knock your motherfuckin´ head from off your shoulders
You want beef? Okay, I been doin´ this for too long, son, (Bet)
I say, "Murder, you know we gon´ get you gone, son" (Stretch)

I ain´t tryna say a thing, nigga, I can barely think
I said I quit for seven days, and then I´m back on drank
I been tryna calm down, nigga, you should do the same
Still ain´t puttin´ these guns down, all I know is leave a stain
Hold on, I got a reason ´bout why I came through bleedin´
Bitch, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can´t see me

Real gang baby, dealin´ with these demons, it ain´t easy
They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin´, straps got built-in beams in

Ain´t with me, I say that they all around for that reason
Oh Lord, tell ´em, "Fuck ´em," now they say that they don´t need me
They can´t get that money on they own, so they subpoena me
Hold on, broke bitch, my top back, one opp black, red scenery
I´m the one who pulled up luxury machine
I´m the one who made them youngins go step on him
Fuck that nigga can´t rep off me, murder, we gon´ take that shit to 3rd degree
Talkin´ at one time, stretch three

Talkin´ at one time, kill three
FN-45 with a hammer, Drac´ with a drum, thirty-round banana
They blow that strap back after back
If one connect, that bitch gon´ slam ´em
Red tips we gon´ handle him
Pallbearers, I´ma hand ´em him
My thoughts gone, whole life just temp´

I ain´t tryna say a thing, nigga, I can barely think
I said I quit for seven days, and then I´m back on drank
I been tryna calm down, nigga, you should do the same
Still ain´t puttin´ these guns down, all I know is leave a stain
Hold on, I got a reason ´bout why I came through bleedin´

Bitch, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can´t see me
Real gang baby, dealin´ with these demons, it ain´t easy
They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin´, straps got built-in beams in