LSS

[Chorus]
Lyrical smooth shit that murderers move with
Lyrical smooth shit that murderers move with
Lyrical smooth shit that murderers-
Lyrical smooth shit that murderers move with

[Verse 1]
Hit 'em with that opey dopey yopey flow
I keep it real, boy, this ain't no Pinocchio
From Tokyo to Tennessee, hope you feel the energy
Every time my inner beats connecting with my inner peace
My mental drive me mentally insane
Trying not to blow my brains with my inner piece
Boom!
Now, I ain't frontin' like I grew around crack pipes
But I done seen thе county jail take my dad twice
Young Bandito, he thе pioneer
Now my alcoholic traits got me buying beers
Lil' Jetty hit the [?] at Quik Stop
Ran into some old homies, told me that my shit's hot
Hot, good
Not a lot of hatin', but I wish y'all would
I ain't never hatin', man, I wish y'all good, but
Do it like this, you only wish y'all could

[Chorus]
Lyrical smooth shit that murderers move with (You like that?)
Lyrical smooth shit that murderers move with
Lyrical smooth shit that murderers-
Lyrical smooth shit that murderers move with

[Post-Chorus]
Aah, oowoh, oh, oh, oh-oh

[Bridge]
Killin' the game? (Trying to)
You know my pain? (Trying to)
Remember the name? (Trying to)
Fuck it, hit her with that [?], [?]

[Verse 2]
You gotta know a superstar when you see one
I'ma let you double take, tell me, do you see one?
Or do you seem dumb, I'm standing right in-front of you
Hello?
Bitch, what the fuck you gonna do?
When I blow like meth labs and travel the world
Where the only real struggle is jet lag
Oh, and they'll be waitin' on me
And all the crowd screams is the letter beforee B
Aye!
That's on some corny shit
In the city, Bill picked me up on 45th
Ain't a city slicker from birth
But I could get it where I want it any day on this earth
I'm sayin'

[Chorus]
Lyrical smooth shit that murderers move with
Lyrical smooth shit that murderers move with
Lyrical smooth shit that murderers-
Lyrical smooth shit that murderers move with

[Post-Chorus]
Aah, oowoh, oh, oh, oh-oh