The damn place make me crazy
I don't care about nothing
With my daddy granted
My bitch and my babies
Everything is, is extendable
Fine, hot them fake niggas ain't dependable
I don't owe you niggas *, bitch
Came home lightweight
Put my stock weight
Now my pockets in the *
I'm the *
Last time for expansion
Bought a nice house for parole
Now I'm riled up in an mansion
I'm a rapper in a game,
cow,
cow,
bull Been in red like a snapper
Got a dame foot back,
foot back,
calf,
calf,
thug That ain't no real hustle
Get some white gold to work and get some real sub,
sub,
sub
Bitch, bitch, if you want it you can show love
Get it,
make me bust your watermelon Come on,
God,
* with it
Everybody ain't no punk I'm talking to you now
Don't call me punk, run, run, bitch
Every day I sleep,
it's on the free Ain't no * with
nobody so why do them * with me?
* this,
bitch,
don't make me have to watch me bleed Let me pull your cowboy,
I didn't wanna pull it But I'm a murderer,
murderer,
murderer,
murderer It's Marcian Marcian, baby
Bust them with real riders Drop them with the,
with the bombs Lock them up in El Cate Cause I'm a murderer
Now all you haters for real Hit a nigga with the 4-5,
get the dump And sluts all in this category
A mic for,
mic for my glaucoma Yeah,
I said glaucoma,
nigga I got a motherfucking Glock and I put niggas in comas
First on,
first on,
twenty-fours Waving high-trolls,
hoes,
hoes,
hoes With bald heads,
braids,
perms and afros
Can't dunk like Duncan Hines But I'm not your average boy,
boy,
boy
I autographed a slug and put you on the floor,
boy,
boy
A Spicebird Slim Soprano, Montana Mize
I done been through the flames Walked through the motherfucking fire
They can never put my flame out, flame out
And if I wasn't high,
pull your motherfucking brains out
Murderer
I'm a murderer
I'm a murderer
Murderer
Every night I lay with my looper
I don't know a puss that just loves to
murder these niggas when they walk up on me
Y'all don't know me,
some of y'all rappers think y'all know it
That was Jones and Mad
This nigga right here don't put a * yo,
so I suggest you hold still back
What I got in my pants is called a desk too big to fit in a holster,
yeah
Pray for what nigga sell that,
and that truck just ran him over,
crack
It ain't no love that needs to be sitting in my pocket,
I know it look nice
So,
come around,
let me get my * to it,
be it up and balled,
and you might get be shot,
shot
It all depend on what you riding in,
and if it look like not,
I used to think I'd have a future playing basketball
But lately all I've been doing is putting people in,
am I sorry?
Hell no, if I sent him he was already on his way
When the Grim Reaper swings by to make you wish your ass was lonely,
* with me I'm a human spice
I've got an attack,
the chop,
the shoot,
the twice,
click,
click,
click Side ways,
and niggas,
niggas like Every day me keep the sucker free
Me no * with nobody so I do *** *
with me Don't dismiss me for make me,
I'm the watchman,
ooh
Make me bully ya,
I bully ya,
I didn't wanna,
I'm the fool,
and I'm a murderer
Murderer
Murderer
I'm a murderer
I'm a murderer
Murderer