Murder Rate
Blueface, Polo G
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(Ayy, (?) We got a hit, boy) (Shout out my nigga Cinco) (Ooh, Bighead on the beat) I done lost 8K at the telly, was gone off the Xannies, I took about three now Out in Malibu cappin' off X and I crashed the i8, I just hope I don't relapse That lil' nigga ain't livin' what he rap When we pop out, bitch, you know that we strapped Let off clips on your block, let the heat clap Not gon' turn on the news for a recap Ayy, damn, foenem got the jakes hot in the hood again My lil' shawty done tied up his hood again Let him pick out his pipe and he took a SIG Say he want some new in his 'Wood again Leave a nigga somewhere that he shouldn't have been Told 'em go f*ck with they block and spazz I don't wanna hear what you could've did Fifty (fifty) shots (graow) Many men in a minivan (many men) Blueface, baby (yeah, aight) Polo, G-Wagon (2020) Keep it on me in case Joe try to butt in (ha) I hop out a luxury bussin' (bussin') I get you hit from London (London) For a hunnid they gon' shoot a hunnid Ha-ha, he got chip like a Funyion (ooh) Now he dead and I'm dickin' his pumpkin (pumpkin) Ayy, ooh, she blowin' dick like a trumpet (ooh) Bitch, don't call me for nothin' (nothin') I ain't come unless I'm comin' (bussin') Drive the boat like a buggy (ha-ha) I put dick in her stomach F*ck a bitch in the back of the Hummer truck Off her back, now I'm fuckin' her stomach up We gon' lose it if one of our brothers touch So you don't want a problem with none of us He gon' lay on the ground like, "Why me?" 'Cause this .40 gon' rock him like Kyrie Paramedics, he hooked to a IV All of my niggas cappin', so why tweet? Ayy, f*ck tweetin' a sub I'd rather hop out with a sub (grra) Momma visit in mud, put 30 and 40 but he got hit with a dub (20) I get him hit for a dub, I deal out the Chase and I wire the plug Came in the truck but we bounce out the bus Chase no hoe, I pull up to f*ck (f*ck) Came in the clutch, so I got her a clutch (clutch) I don't get searched when I walk in the club (yeah) Pay 1K for a cut She ain't got a butt so I bought her a butt Public defender, had lunch with the judge (public) The sentence is twenty, give my lawyer a dub I'm on probation (for what?) Still keep the pump Act up in this bitch, you get spilled like a cup (uh)
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Written by: Johnathan Michael Porter, Taurus Tremani Bartlett
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