MURDER SONG

[Intro]
No insurance, crashed the whip, yeah, yeah
No insurance, crashed the whip
Ayy, ayy (AV got that drip, ho)
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse]
No insurance, crashed the whip
Go to court, push it back, fuck yes
My lawyer paid, we all rich (Yeah, yeah)
Talk shit, get folded like a crunch wrap (Yeah, ayy)
Okay, ooh, I'm in her ear like Mike Tyson
Try this, I got drugs in my sinus
I only want a bitch that gon’ do it the way I like it
I'm all about the Benjamin's, baby, I feel like Mike Epps
He can’t flex, I shot him right in the bicep
My new crib better look just like the Teen Titans
Goddammit, I'm high, I need to look at a flight plan
120 on the dashboard and pussy all in my right hand
Murder, murder, murder, gang, gang, that's my shit, bro
I just shot out all his windows, where'd his tint go?
I'm outside like I'm campin', where'd my tent go?
Bitch, I got a [?] county prison
Okay, fuck it, guess he’s goin’ to camp Jesus
In a KFC box, they found him in five pieces
Can't understand the bitch I’m fuckin', she Puerto Rican
Fuck the bitch on the rug, I'm not fuckin' her on my sheets
Fifty rounds in the clip, that’s fifty reasons to squeeze it
Chopsticks on me, like I'm eatin' some Japanese shit
If I'm him, how in the fuck could you ever be him?
You can call me James, I stay in a giant peach
I took two Xanax on a trampoline, now I'm [?]
I can pull up on you like I'm Sonic, super fast
[?] in a Tesla, I'm whippin' like Ricky Bobby
And I got more stripes then a nigga that's going golfing
Look, I-I-I-I, I hope you die tonight, wishful thinking
Walk in your crib and do some spring cleaning
He might think it's a joke 'til the Glock hits his teeth
Hit him with a canon, knock him right out his jeans (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Bitch, I'm higher than my odds of going to prison, I'm with it
I fuck with stripper bitches, I don't tip 'em (Uh-uh)
Strong guy with a phone book how I wipe shit
No BMX, Glock make a nigga do jumps
His bitch spin back 'cause she got a part in the matrix
Added a couple Glocks, I hit copy and paste
Somebody come help him, he's bleeding out on the pavement
It's like I gave birth to a choppa how I raised it, gang

[Outro]
(Perfect)