Murder Rate

[Chorus: YungLiV]
That choppa spit and twist his body
Your lil' homie died, you ain't spin back
The fuck you scared or something?
Them strikers on my ass
I run up twenty and bought all the guns (Revilo)
Address the situation while I'm off cets, I send it up
Bodies keep on dropping back to back inside my city
'Cause the wrong niggas got money
Lil' folks hot they ain't no chilling
Bussing off the trips
But I prefer the Wok, just 'cause the feeling
Caught him snoozing on his block off that and stamp the hit
FN make his body twist
Almost got off until he tripped
I let them shells eat on his face
Then get up close, make sure he hit
Shawty run off likе folks
I know I got him when I blick
I pit a name on evеryone, these 556's in my clip
We don't pop innocents, we come shoot who we looking for then dip

[Verse 1: ZOTiYAC]
I'm really 'bout mine but I'm really 'bout my business too, that's it
I'm really 5'9 but it's really 556's in this clip
You really fucked up, if you think you finna touch me in this bitch (Finna touch me)
I put my hoe on him, he thought he would get lucky in this bitch
Lil' stupid ass (Dumbass)
Ayy, come here (Grah, grah)
Nigga keep on boosting on them, like what you tough or sum?
Twirl the Wok, put the choppa on him like I'm cuttin' sum
If I'm walking with my chain out, you know I'm tuckin' sum
Why can't it be with a whole hundred on me?
I ain't talking 'bout money
I'm talking 'bout the drum and the gun on the huff for your homie
Then I summon a demon and put up on you, that be one of my homies
That boy will shoot and score like Parker, I might call him Tony (That boy did shoot and score)
Boy put the money in the bag and get a bullet in your shit, ayy
A risk for your life, boy you don't wanna take that risk
Chopper knock your whole fucking arm off, take that wrist
I caught him jumping out the window, nigga try to break that bitch

[Verse 2: Trapland Pat]
Fast lane, I'm never cruising
Tryna catch up with them losses
Subtracting fuck niggas, gotta link up with the bosses
FN go through the vest (Let's go)
That how he got three to the chest (Let's go)
We catch them bodies, nothing less
Want peace? We lay your ass to rest
Ooh, another R.I.P. shirt
My dawg just dropped
He need a Perky 'cause his teeth hurt
Walk down with revolvers, leave no shells
We call that neat work (Let's go)
My mind been on them drills, but I gotta rip these beats first
Driller turned into a trapper (Let's go)
Trapper turned into a rapper
Rotating all three, just to make that money come faster
Must be off the guala, she ain't even see me shoot past her
Sit my gun up bitch, just like my opp
She gon' outlast her

[Chorus: YungLiV]
That choppa spit and twist his body
Your lil' homie died, you ain't spin back
The fuck you scared or something?
Them strikers on my ass
I ran up twenty and bought all the guns (Revilo)
Address the situation while I'm off cets, I send it up
Bodies keep on dropping back to back inside my city
'Cause the wrong niggas got money
Lil' folks hot they ain't no chilling
Bussing off the trips
But I prefer the Wok, just 'cause the feeling
Caught him snoozing on his block off that and stamp the hit
FN make his body twist
Almost got off until he tripped
I let them shells eat on his face
Then get up close, make sure he hit
Shawty run off like folks
I know I got him when I blick
I pit a name on everyone, these 556's in my clip
We don't pop innocents, we come shoot who we looking for then dip