Murder on my Mind

[Intro]
Glock hot but you know I still carry
On front street but you know I'm not scary
Glock hot but you know I still carry
On front street but you know I'm not scary
Glock hot but you know I still carry
On front street but you know I'm not scary
These niggas rapping about that shit but I live it
I'm going hard as fuck, can't be a statistic
I'm counting plata yeah I'm getting them digits
Got a full clip and you know I'm gon' rip it
He violated so you know I'm gon' dip him
He a loose tie so-
(DJ Phat drop that shit)
Aye
(And this beat from Cash not from YouTube)
Blat, blat
Fifty
(DJ Phat)
Yeah, rich slime
Aye

[Chorus]
Got murder on my mind
Thirty-one shots in the Glock .29
Just caught a opp now I'm pouring up lines
Back of the back and the seat gon' recline
Swiping the card til' I see it decline
All of my niggas they throwing up rich slime
Can't fuck with these niggas, these niggas be swine
I'm sliming that nigga, he acting too kind
Got big rocks on my wrist, can't see the time
Just slid on his block and I'm toting that G .9
Foreign bitch with me, you know she a dime
Seventeen shooters with me and they slime
African diamonds on me, they gon' shine
I just took your bitch now she throwing up rich slime
Shades on my face but you know that I'm not blind
The pack on the way and you know that shit on time

[Verse]
Getting that sack like I play on the o-line
Yeah we be sending hail mary's
Just shot the clip now the nigga act scary
I'm on the scene but I ain't talking about Perry
Been trapping hard as fuck til' I had a Blackberry
Chopper all black like Larry
Got a trap bitch, she ain't tryna' get married
On T.V. but I ain't talking about [?]
Glock hot but you know I still carry
On front street but you know I'm not scary
These niggas rapping about that shit but I live it
I'm going hard as fuck, can't be a statistic
I'm counting plata yeah I'm getting them digits
Got a full clip and you know I'm gon' rip it
He violated so you know I'm gon' dip him
He a loose tie so you know I'm gon' clip him

[Chorus]
Got murder on my mind
Thirty-one shots in the Glock .29
Just caught a opp now I'm pouring up lines
Back of the back and the seat gon' recline
Swiping the card til' I see it decline
All of my niggas they throwing up rich slime
Can't fuck with these niggas, these niggas be swine
I'm sliming that nigga, he acting too kind
Got big rocks on my wrist, can't see the time
Just slid on his block and I'm toting that G .9
Foreign bitch with me, you know she a dime
Seventeen shooters with me and they slime
African diamonds on me, they gon' shine
I just took your bitch now she throwing up rich slime
Shades on my face but you know that I'm not blind
The pack on the way and you know that shit on time

[Outro]
S.I.P. man
Sipping in peace
(Crashout boyz)