Murder

[Intro: MoStack]
Can't believe she fuckin' left me
Fuckin' saddest thing ever, man
Dally! Logo!
Whatever, what the fuck
Put them lighters in the air, man
Some real shit, man
Realest shit I ever wrote
Cry with me
Nah, fuck dat!

[Verse 1: MoStack]
Millionaire Mindstate
Broke niggas give me migraines
Hachoo! Sorry, baby, I had to sneeze
Cah these fake niggas give me allergies
Bruddas get jealous way too much
Why they wanna do me like 2Pac
I took a pic with my new ting
And now my old ting's gettin' goose-bumps
Sorry, didn't do that on purpose
You said we weren't workin'
Why you still hurtin', yeah
Don't know why you're still lurkin'
Losin' you was worth it
Baby, keep twerkin', yeah

[Prehook: MoStack]
B-B-Baby keep turnin' up
Because you got a body like a murderer
Hats off like I'm tryna do the Shmurda Dance
Boo-boo you got a body like a murderer

[Hook: Moelogo]
You see, baby-girl, she my homie, yeah, yeah
Oh Lord I hold her closely
My Iyawo mi
I touch her slowly
Murder, she wrote, nah, nah
I'm on my way-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
I'm on my way-ay-oh-oh-oh
I'm on my way-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
I'm on my way-ay-oh-oh-oh

[Verse 2: MoStack]
I went sleep with my dream gyal
Then woke up next to a nightmare
So who made up make-up
I wanna one-on-one with you, right here
Come tru, I know you need it
Fuck your man, he's just an eediat
They're like, "Mo, it's bait how this yatt looks"
Take the word Redrum and spell it backwards
Did someone say murder
I got the drink, did someone say turn up
You're the type of girl that used to turf us
Now, they just wanna bang like burners

[Prehook: MoStack]
B-B-Baby keep turnin' up
Because you got a body like a murderer
Hats off like I'm tryna do the Shmurda Dance
Boo-boo you got a body like a murderer

[Hook: Moelogo]
[Hook: Moelogo]
You see, baby-girl, she my homie, yeah, yeah
Oh Lord I hold her closely
My Iyawo mi
I touch her slowly
Murder, she wrote, nah, nah
I'm on my way-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
I'm on my way-ay-oh-oh-oh
I'm on my way-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
I'm on my way-ay-oh-oh-oh

[Outro: MoStack & Moelogo]
She got away with murder
She done some shit I ain't heard o'
She shot the boy with a burner
Yeah, he turned her down so she turned up
Oh Lord, I think I want her
Ah, oh Lord, I think I need her
She got away with murder
She got away with murder