Murder

You ready cause I'm in the zone man

Gpg

H boy shit

2010

Yea

Drive by with heckler jump out, dump 3

I get a bloodrush adrenaline junkie

The sour hands got more color than punkie

Brooster my 2 bitch nigga eat a seed and oover

Canuver watch how you manuever

Anybody in the streets I'l try to shoot ya

I said I'm layin in your house in all black behind tints

Tryin to stretch you out on your lawn ornaments

Till dusk till dawn, when beef is on

No rules white sheets your moms

Nigga

What is it

Nothing but

Yea gpg nigga

Ha ha ha ha

King of new york, nah I'm the sidekick

Jimmy jumped with that fucking fat head on the hydrant

Now take these fucking flowers for you witnesses

Mo money, mo power, more privelges

Baby moms cryin, singing trey songz shit

Black roses we strap boulders

And why you even tryna scrap when the gats on us

I'm watching every nigga round my paramater

I got the shotgun shells in the dillinger

I put 1 to your eye I'l finish ya

You know what it is nigga

You been warned

Kick the door in

Lay you on the floor you know the routine

Murder