mm2.

[Chorus]
Knife up in my pocket, bitch, just like it's fuckin' MM2
Talkin' too much shit, lil' bitch, I think I know what I will do
I'ma shoot you wit' this gun until yo' body on the floor
You can say I did it just to up my motherfuckin' score

[Verse 1]
Finna knock you out, and then I make you see the light-light
Pull up in all black inside the motherfuckin' night-night
I don't give a shit-shit, lil' bitch, I'm high as just a kite-kite
I don't fuck with you-you, lil' bitch, no, we are not just tight-tight

[Verse 2]
Back of the bus with a packet of dust
And that bitch wanna fuck, so I am finna bust
But she don't even talk, so I don't even trust
Motherfucker, I just think that it is lu-lu-lu—
So much water on my wrist, it's beginning just to rust
Grab my big ass fuckin' blade, and then I begi-i-in to thrust
Uh, shut the fuck up
Why the fuck you talkin' to me, but won't buck up?

[Outro]
Knife up in my pocket, bitch, just like it's fuckin' MM2
Talkin' too much shit, lil' bitch, I think I know what I will do
I'ma shoot you wit' this gun until yo' body on the floor
You can say I did it just to up my motherfuckin' score
Back of the bus with a packet of dust
And that bitch wanna fuck, so I am finna bust
But she don't even talk, so I don't even trust
Motherfucker, I just think that it is lust
So much water on my wrist, it's beginning just to rust
Grab my big ass fuckin' blade, and then I begin to thrust
Uh, shut the fuck up
Why the fuck you talkin' to me, but won't buck up?
Just so you know, The Mad Murderer is be-e-e—