MURDER RATE

[Intro]
He want the beef like it’s Five Guys
I’m in the trap with the chickens like Popeyes
Circle yo block and we doing a drive-by
Bitch we tote weapons that look they sci-fi
Garbage rappers in my dm’s no reply
Aim with the dot and i’m shooting like bullseye
I catch an opp in my muh fucking eyesight
Make a wrong move then i’m telling him bye, bye

[Verse 1]
Pull up, get popped with a pump
I whip out that choppa and let that bitch dump
If i see ya chain, than you getting jumped
We pull up and bang, we pop out wit drums
That boi is a punk, he gettin slumped
I’m grippin a Glock while you moving thumbs
You talking on twitter, I play wit the guns
I if i catch an opp then he better run
He want the beef like it’s Five Guys
I’m in the trap with the chickens like Popeyes
Circle yo block and we doing a drive-by
Bitch we tote weapons that look they sci-fi
Garbage rappers in my dm’s no reply
Aim with the dot and i’m shooting like bullseye
I catch an opp in my muh fucking eyesight
Make a wrong move then i’m telling him bye, bye

[Verse 2]
Lil bitch we uppin the murder rate
Up on his block and we make it disintegrate
Sippin on tec while you sippin on Gatorade
Smoking on gas till i muh fucking fade away
You cannot fuck with me, bitch i’m a renegade
I’m out of ammo, I switch to my razorblade
Mask on my face like we playing a masquerade
Squeeze on that tec, make that pussy boy pass away
Shoot up yo block bitch, pop out wit chopsticks
You getting mopped bitch, yuh
Bitch im a prophet, you dont make profit
Pussy boi stop it, ayy
Toting a rocket, pull up and cock it
Knock off yo top, bitch
Blade in my pocket, stabbed in the socket
He drip like a faucet