MURDA MAN! (feat. J Bish)

Ayy, I haven't posted but whatever I can take a break from music, and come back harder than ever Yeah, and they know I do it better I say point that blick and empty out the clip, I shoot whoever Yeah, I say point that blick and aim it at your face, no I ain't playin I get to spinning round your block and I don't even need no plan He want the smoke that call for murder man, murder man, murder man Get to messing with his head, yeah, I don't even gotta hurt a man She told me to end my life, well, baby, tell me about your cuts Or tell me the story again, bout' by your mom you wasn't loved Let's talk about how your mom was messing with your friends and doing drugs Or how I can't tell you her daughter, cause you both is just some sluts Yeah, I'm tired, I could chill with a slide in this thing Get the top from the bitch in my maze I open my mouth she open her legs I got a V in my U right now, shit, it's late late today I done been stacking this money, some day we be feeling me Glock 19, just like a Miami Yeah, you won't try, stand right here I been out, man, but I'ma still steal My whip be orange, but you can't catch my L Last thing you see is Louis, but pop up, shit, where I appeal Keep on spinning, they hate me, nobody I feel I would be broke if I wasn't for deal Now, I don't mind dying, be real I went to a steak, but I had me no meal Man, bitch, don't ask when I don't feel Zip lock, zip lock, bro, ain't talking, ain't sealed Tinted on my watch, you know it's done, be real Hoping my brother gon' get the appeal Walking around, I ain't scared to get killed Walk out diamond slashed, bout that ass I'm out of my bitch, replaced AC been rolling with bitches like she be the best Yeah, I say point that blick and aim it at your face, no I ain't playin I get to spinning round your block and I don't even need no plan He want the smoke that call for murder man, murder man, murder man Get to messing with his head, yeah, I don't even gotta hurt a man She told me to end my life, well, baby, tell me about your cuts Or tell me the story again, bout' by your mom you wasn't loved Let's talk about how your mom was messing with your friends and doing drugs Or how I can't tell you her daughter, cause you both is just some sluts