Murder 2

Count a band ... Ok (Ok) Ok (Ok) We Tweaking shit up like a murder (Issa Murder) As a youngin I played with them burners( Not a 30) Me and all of my bruddad ride dirty Said he looking for me i ain't lurkin Keeping my foot on they neck Picture perfect I put the beam on a tech Get to working I don't know what you heard I'm a vet In a surgent Ok (Ok) Ok (Ok) Ok (Ok) Nigga said he want beef ok Ok (Ok) Ok (Ok) Ok (Ok) We gon f*ck up the streets up ok Ok bitch this 2k bitch Hol up Hol up(Yeah What!) You's a fake bitch And you basic get yo lace did Carbon the drake we gon ash on a demon Drop out the lo but they claim they ain't see it I got the bricks so we trappin this evening He thinkin I'm crazy crash out when I meet em Got out my feelings and went gotta bag That's what they all say ain't spending no cash I heard what they make inna day And I laughed They hair really turning out grey Gotta gas I can't wait till a f*ck nigga play I might tear his arm off if he tuck on my chain Niggas said I'm a lame till I took out his brain We don't make no mistake we ain't catching a case Take a look in the crib it's built like maze Run up yo shit we gon take everything Tell his mom we had fun stomping his face Your son was afraid we ain't shoot with no blanks We smellin the room with gas stank Wait That pussy boy said that I'm fake My level the sky bitch you not on my rank My loyalty pride I'm disguising a ape You know that I'm great This a murder for deuce ok They know I got the juice ok I got blood in my boots ok Prey a f*ck boy don't make me come shoot today! Ok (Ok) Ok (Ok) We Tweaking shit up like a murder (Issa Murder) As a youngin I played with them burners(Not a 30) Me and all of my bruddad ride dirty Said he looking for me i ain't lurkin Keeping my foot on they neck Picture perfect I put the beam on a tech Get to working I don't know what you heard I'm a vet In a surgent Ok (Ok) Ok (Ok) Ok (Ok) Nigga said he want beef ok Ok (Ok) Ok (Ok) Ok (Ok) We gon f*ck up the streets ok Ok (Ok) Ok (Ok) Ok (Ok) Don't you hop in the streets no safe Ok (Ok) Ok (Ok) Ok (Ok) You ain't blitzing on me no way Ok! Ok! Ok! Ok! … F*ck it Ian got no time (Yeah) Money on my mind f*ck it We gon switch the dime Which one of y'all f*ck ass niggas wanna die nigga Ion get no fines yeah And don't be surprised When my demons get you fried You better hide Issa murder