Murda Patrol/Gomd

[Part 1: Murda Patrol]

[Intro]
Bhristo talk to 'em, slime!

[Verse]
I done ran off wit' a 'hunnid bands
I done cut off 'bout a 'hunnid friends
Tried to play me, I ain't one of them, uh-huh
Can't act my age, money older than me
Life off drank, I don't know what I see
Heart too cold, I don't know what I bleed
Just know now that I'm smokin' on weed
I don't know if the weed really smokin' on me
Self-made nigga, I don't got no OG
No cap, but I really be smokin' OG
Brand new Lamb, I ain't coppin' no Jeep
Ma got one too, so I can't be cheap
Always cry but that shit for the weak
Now you callin' my phone 6 times in a week
Heard he rat but he takin' the heat
Finna steal, finna ball, like I play for the Heat
Really stay strapped, so I don't need to speak
Y'all say he a rat, came lookin' down street
Checkin' his stat, bitch, I'm playin' elite
VVS on my neck, bitch, it stay wit' elite
Tec .17, bitch, I stay wit' elite
Bet not think this shit over, you playin' wit' me

[Chorus]
Tell that ho, "You betta' play yo' role"
Talkin' online, betta' pay that phone
Cop a new flight, on the way back home
Gang, they outside, they on Murder Patrol
Gang, they outside, they on Murder Patrol
Gang, they outside, they gon' murder 'fasho
Not gon' lie, I ain't heard of you bro
But he tryna fight for a ho I don't know
Callin' my phone, "Lil' bitch, I don't him"
Callin' my phone, said, "Bitch, I don't know"
Smokin' on gas, I ain't blowin' no O's
Came in the crib, and we blowin' that ho
Callin' my phone, "Lil bitch, I don't know"
Gang, they outside, they on Murder Patrol
Gang, they outside, they on Murder Patrol
Uh, ayy, uh, okay

[Verse 2]
Tryna bring up my past, okay, lil' bitch, I'll put you on blast
Tryna run up, nigga, that's yo last
Put him on a screen, nigga, Plaqueboymax
Can't be on my team, can't be in my pack
Smokin' on tree, I'm smokin' on pack
Gettin' more green, In a green boy packer
Had a few hits, and yo ass went flat
Already told me, "You can't go back"
New poncho, so I can't get wet
Tried to play dumb, you gon' meet this Tec
Niggas my sons, ain't meet me yet
Too much love for the game, at home
I'm finna put lil' bro on a jet
In L.A, really be in my zone
Most of the world ain't see me yet

[Bridge]
Callin' my phone, "Lil' bitch, I don't know"
Why you callin' my phone? 'Cause I been on the road?
Label they call me, said I'm on the road
If I dropped outta school, it's make-counter road
Been juggin' out, I got too many ho's
They like, "Oh my God, why you got so many flows?"
Bitch, I'ma ball, bitch, I'm stayin' in flow
Dirty rap ass niggas gon' stay in a hole

[Chorus]
Tell that ho, "You betta' play yo' role"
Talkin' online, betta' pay that phone
Cop a new flight, on the way back home
Gang, they outside, they on Murder Patrol
Gang, they outside, they on Murder Patrol
Gang, they outside, they gon' murder 'fasho
Not gon' lie, I ain't heard of you bro
But he tryna fight for a ho I don't know
Callin' my phone, "Lil' bitch, I don't him"
Callin' my phone, said, "Bitch, I don't know"
Smokin' on gas, I ain't blowin' no O's
Came in the crib, and we blowin' that ho
Callin' my phone, "Lil' bitch, I don't know"
Gang, they outside, they on Murder Patrol
Gang, they outside, they on Murder Patrol
Uh, ayy, uh, okay

[Part 2: Gomd]

[Intro]
Young ass nigga, coutin' guala
Why you beat that ho' up? Nigga, what's yo' problem?
Put my gang in new designer, everything is Prada
Bro get off my dick, go take care of yo' daughter

[Verse]
You beat ya' bitch up, then tried to leave out the family picture
I'm smokin' dope, out the zipper
Saw the music ain't working, so he start sellin' zip ups
Yo' hoe [?] my dick up
I showed love to niggas, then they went for the switch up
Twitter typin', we gon' get up wit' ya'
You was just showin' love in my face, nigga, which one, is it?
Heard ya' new shit, man, that shit not hittin'
You just makin' my prod's look shitty
I ain't goin' back and forth with no internet nigga
Crash a Double R, I hope yo' bitch ass in it
I just count up my guap, and I sit back, nigga
Nigga beat that ho' ass, you a sis ass nigga
Quit that talkin', I'm not tryna chit-chat nigga
Brother told me, "Chill out", I'm like, "Fuck that"
It's a way that I deal with these bitch ass niggas
You was usin' that ho', like a punch bag
And I really ain't look for no diss back, nigga
I'm too rich, give a fuck 'bout a comeback
Niggas say my name just for promotion
Young ass, niggas just signed for some grown shit
Dumbass, tryna act dumb, nigga, slow shit
Don't know, why niggas, playin' wit' the kid
You a, dad now, I'm prayin' for the kid
We had, bro kickin' shit over this way
Twitter, typin' like bro, how my dick taste?
Nigga beatin' a ho', 'cause he bitch-made
I just, be in my zone like a sensei
Whole gang, beatin' they chest, so they big ape
I got some niggas mad, I got rich, goddamn
I know all my racks safe, but yo' bitch ain't

[Outro]
Young ass nigga, coutin' guala
Why you beat that ho' up? Nigga, whats yo' problem?
I just dripped my gang out, everything is Prada
I just took the whole gang to Balenciaga
Bro get off my dick, go take care of yo' daughter