​murder part 2

[Intro]
Viizzi

[Verse 1]
If you fuck with me it's gonna leave you in a hearse
I could leave you breathing if I feel like it is worth it
I keep losing touch of time, forgot my purpose
All the growth that I've been getting, I deserve it
Play my music in the streets, I know you've heard it
And I'm in my Rari bitch, I'm drinking, bitch, I'm swervin'
Driving down the wrong way give a fuck 'bout who I'm hurtin', yuh
They be deserving it all
Bitch, I like to murder, I'ma do it till I fall
And I doubt that I'ma quit, I never think of it at all
If you pay a certain price, I'll catch a body in the mall
Fuck it all, please don't try and get involved
You won't ever get it solved, you won't еver get it figured
Gеtting bigger, so I up it
If I ever pull the trigger, never missin', always hittin', I ain't got no competition
Have a feeling you gon' die tonight, I got a strange feeling about it
Said you gonna kill me, but I doubt it
Heard your guns are loud, but you know mine are the loudest
Can you tell me where the loud is?
Say it with my chest bitch, I say it like the proudest
Come in like the task force one with the guns
Give me all the cash, pussym gimme all the funds
And that shawty throwing ass, she got molly on her tongue
Make it all in mass, then I spend it all at once
Yeah, my money Donald Trump

[Chorus]
Throw hands, throw hands
He so broke that he got no bands, no bands
All alone you got no friends, no friends
In a Honda you got no Benz, no Benz
My lil' bitch like Lindsey Lohan, oh man
You be working as a post man, oh man
Music's trash you got no fans, oh man
And they know that Viizzi evil, bad omen, oh man, oh man
Hate the world, hate the rain, hate the truth, hate the pain
Hate the world, hate the rain, hate the truth, hate the pain
Hate the world, hate the rain, hate the truth, hate the pain
Hate the world, hate the rain, hate the truth, hate the pain

[Verse 2]
I got blood up on my hands and now I'm furious
If your lucky, you might meet my blade, I know you're curious
I got murder on my mind like I'm Melly
Shot him in the face, he shit himself, we leave him smelly, oh my God
Come in with the squad, letting off some rounds, no respawn, this isn't COD
I think I just hit a quad feed
All these bitches, man, I swear they can't get off me
I don't think you ever wanna come across me