Fein For Murder

[Intro]
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[Verse]
Fuck nigga fall, he fucked
Lil' bro blew that, "Phew", hop out blitz, the nigga ain't get back up
Niggas be talkin' 'bout slidin', but niggas ain't dyin', so something ain't addin' up
Spin out the SRT, tryna make 'some bleed, police ain't catchin' us
I knew the nigga was dead before they did, I was there when they clapped him up
Niggas be sayin' it's smoke, then when they see me, be tryna dap me up
Fuck nigga make me mad, we get on his ass, they know we fire hit up
I know a nigga that'll still be alive, if his bitch ass homies ain't gas him up
Niggas be yеllin' out gang, but really ain't gang, these niggas ain't did еnough
Soon as we get that drop, I throw my 'chop, you know we pullin' up
Niggas be talkin' 'bout hats, ain't got no hats, these niggas ain't killed enough
Niggas be dissin' in songs, I'm blowin' zone, they ain't did more drills then us
Can't go out like 'Pac, I'ma blow my Glock, niggas bet not pull on the side of this car
Hit a nigga right in his top, now his ass on Fox, roll his right in a Grabba
I put a switch on the back of my Glock, and a piece of my chop, this a fully-AR
You know we keep spinnin' and spinnin', this shit don't stop, get caught, then we lettin' off shots
Opps ain't on they block out west, so fuck this shit, we gon' spin out east
Niggas keep talkin' 'bout murderin' me, tell 'em, "Cross them tracks, I'ma knock down three"
Bangin' them B's, for book disrespectin' the opps in my picks, I'm throwin' down B's
Bangin' them T's, for tattin', we callin' that fire, you know that we murder for team
Nigga, bitch, we EBK!
Bail out, drench you, blowin' the 'Drac, hittin' they block, we ain't throwin' no shade
Shai hit his homie, he moved out the way
First time on a drill, probably shot like eight
Then I took off runnin', I was tryna get away
This a car that we use before we bend metal plates
If I ain't in the car with lil’ Ye, tryna catch me a face, then I'm probably spinnin' wit' Tae
He left his gun in the house, got caught, blow him down, I bet you we totin' today
I know a nigga who started a war, but don't want no parts, he playin' it safe
I don't get tired of patchin' my opps, and spinnin' they block, I'm feelin' like Gates
Pull up on C, tell him, "Throw me the keys", swap out for the strike, then we spin out the straight
I'ma tryna kill, lil bro got the wheel, see a opp while we ridin', then we stomp on the brakes
These niggas know that it's me who doin' the drills, but still got a mask on my face
Same niggas we tryna kill, probably'll squeal, if we ever go down for a case
Nigga know we Fein For Murder, uppin' the score, then we uppin' the rake
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