MURDR

[Juanono!]
I brought the chop i said fuck it
Walk in the place i be shooting he kickin’ the bucket
He get no bitches ain’t no reproduction
So we end him no reduction
Wait, who made this beat? Shoutout Juanono!
Your shit is trash lil boy do not promo
He wanna die imma put it on GoPro

I told my glocky i love her even though she NTR when she blow other guys
He wanna tell me he next up ugh… Why you lie?
I took my Warzone loadout to the block
Got the Warzone loadout you finna die
I brought my gundam that boy really bussing
Shoutout my mecha he might make you cry

[Chefboyarekei]
You hear sh sh
Blade to his neck yeah i might take a slice
We move in silence
Carve his medulla im not talkin rise
All about violence
One to the head yeah it put him on vice
I wanna island
Fill it with cash yeah i want it real nice

I go where i want when i want to
Just want the bread dont give a fuck where u at
You really be thinking she want you
She came to me yeah i put her on blacked
He pull up on me with the kung fu
Pull out my Glock, yeah left one in his back
Its better for me if you run too
So go and do that

[Juanono!]
Uh uh uh gimmie a second he passing the pack and its vaporized
He wanna catch all these bullets with hating eyes
And he really talking about my own K/D/I
But what about yours? You shit like zero and one
I cannot hear all the talking you dumb
Stop all your talking i take out my drum

I gotta play so im feeling myself then i get my bands up
He wanna meet what im doing for fun lil bitch get your bands up
I know your ass wanna be up next, dont do shit thats ransom
Dont be starting beef with me, your problems will have addons

[Chefboyarekei]
I put an add on the stick
Yea i gave it a dick
And the choppa got tits on it
I got a house on my wrist
Yea give it some mist
And it look like i pissed on it
I dont be fighting with fists
I pull out my glick
His strap well he sit on it
It is what it is
And he like what he like
So i let him go

Pop out the van with confetti at first
Show him im watching jus so he know
We spinning back shooting outta the hearse
We leaving the coffin i got more in tow
Block looking Messi i line up my shot
Im feeling the kick and they screaming goal
My shoulders heavy so im sitting back
I light me a blunt, its you in this roll