Murder He Wrote

[Intro: Slick Sloth]
Road, windows frozen
Riding low, low, low, sitting on low, low, low (Slicky)
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
You did good, Slick

[Chorus: Slick Sloth]
Woah
Hit the road, windows frozen, I'm ghost (I'm ghost, yeah)
Overdose, do the most when I pour (when I pour)
Murder he wrote, wrote full of that dope, dope (full of dope, dope, dope)
Get smoked, smoked, eye through the scope, scope (through the scope, scope)
Riding low, low, sitting on low pro (on low pro)
They holla woah-woah when I hit the north shore (the north shore)
In my zone, zone eyes on the po-po (on the po-po)
Savage modе, mode Lil Cut Throat, throat (Cut Throat)

[Verse 1: Slick Sloth]
Yeah you know I'm riding with my head up high
Anothеr day they tryna take my pride
Step aside, let me fortify
Aye, bust they head, with the forty-five
Hot drop, drop top, top drop
Bullets dropping 'cause they hot
Slicky empty out the clip
You see these cuts on my wrist
Life a bitch, knife slit
God-damn, I can't lie, I'm fucking sick
Purple got me feeling funny
Blood money, fifty thousand dollar diamonds
I ain't bust out yet
Creeping, you can't see me ducking in the corner
Paint wet, with that choppa on my lap, that's a bet (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Slick Sloth]
Hit the road, windows frozen, I'm ghost (gho-gho-ghost)
Overdose, do the most when I pour (pour, pour, pour)
Murder he wrote, wrote full of that dope, dope (full of dope, dope, dope)
Get smoked, smoked, eye through the scope, scope (scope, scope)
Riding low, low, sitting on low pro (low pro-pro)
They holla woah-woah when I hit the north shore (po, po, po)
In my zone, zone eyes on the po-po (on the po-po)
Savage mode, mode Lil Cut Throat, throat

[Verse 2: Chetta]
Break me down to pieces, you know all my rights, yeah
I could never change up, never switch my side, yeah
Split a couple Xans till we feel alright, yeah
Smoking out the pound, oh, that's they feature price, yeah
When I die, bury me where they don't go
Pull up cold on the scene with my eyes low
Savage mode, Cut Throat, let 'em know (let 'em know!)
Let 'em know - I want that motherfucking smoke, smoke
I been outchea getting throwed on the Northside
Family changing, people dying, but it's alright
Money coming, money going, that's the life right? Right, right, right
Always sipping on my problems, need some Hi-Tech
Wipe your tears in your eyes, you can't break that
Keep it real, keep it a hundo, you ain't 'bout that
Say lil bro "I got you 'til my fucking life black"

[Chorus: Slick Sloth]
Hit the road, windows frozen, I'm ghost (I'm ghost, yeah)
Overdose, do the most when I pour (when I pour)
Murder he wrote, wrote full of that dope, dope (full of dope, dope, dope)
Get smoked, smoked, eye through the scope, scope (through the scope, scope)
Riding low, low, sitting on low pro (on low pro)
They holla woah-woah when I hit the north shore (hit the north shore)
In my zone, zone eyes on the po-po (on the po-po)
Savage mode, mode Lil Cut Throat, throat (Cut Throat)

[Outro: Slick Sloth]
Yeah you know I'm riding with my head up high
Another day they tryna take my pride
Step aside, let me fortify
Aye, bust they head, with the forty-five