It go Murda on the beats, boy It go Murda on the beats, boy Yeah it's murder on these streets, boy Murdered the pussy, I'm a beast boy And you a soldier, I'm a G boy Semi-auto with no recoil Forgiatos, they on fleek boy Twenty murders in a week boy I'm from the murder capital, no sleep boy I'm a rapper but I'm different, I ain't tryna say I'm tough Keep that pistol every day and don't you ever call my bluff I live my whole life criminal, keep talking to a minimal My nigga catch a case, I'm fightin' it with them 'til they sentence 'em (real shit) And it's still fuck the DA and the judge (real shit) Biggest gangster, and ain't a crip or a blood (real shit) Fuck a label when you got it out the mud (CMG the label) All these sensitive ass rappers need hugs I ain't grow up with you, I don't know you nigga Quit hittin' my phone 'bout that verse, look I don't owe you, nigga I ain't beefin' on no Twitter, I be go on a niggas I'ma make you be a gangster, bring the ho out niggas I'm bumpin' slaughter gang, 21, back when I was 21 Drive-bys, homicides, switching sides, you were done How we in the shootout four deep and I'm the only one With an empty drum, where I'm from that'll get you hung Murder rate, murder rate Was ducking the DA, now I'm at the VMAs (look at me) Killin' shit, yellow tape (yellow tape) They don't wanna see a nigga elevate (anyway) They tryna really really trick me off the streets They tryna give me a murder case All these lil fuck niggas irritate Shoot one these niggas, don't hesitate It go murder she wrote (21) I'ma murder the dope (yeah) (Yeah I be killin' 'em) I'm gon' murder the kitchen (whip) I'ma murder the chickens (murder) (Yeah I be killin' em) I got murder for a fee nigga I got murder for the cheap nigga Catch you in Miami, gun you down on the beach nigga (facts) Just 'cause I'm a rapper don't you ever think it's sweet nigga (yeah) I was slangin' choppers 'fore I ever rapped on beats nigga Fox 5, bitch boy that's what I claim (21) Rappers scared to hang around me 'cause they know they lame (god) Beat a double homicide 'fore I bought a chain (nah for real) I went and bought a Bentley truck, I did not buy a Range (21) You put a ring around that bitch, she known for giving brain (stupid) Never had security, ain't a nigga touch my chain (on god) I keep a Glock forty, one on top, and that's on god (gang) Since I was a youngin, OG's told me I got hard (gang) Yeah I got hard ho, pull your card ho, yeah yeah Red light shots make you park ho, yeah yeah Stamped and approved, this ain't no 'flauge ho, yeah ho You niggas talk too much, you act like broads ho (you act like bitches) It go Murda on the beats, boy Yeah it's murder on these streets, boy Twenty murders in a week boy (well damn) I'm from the murder capital, no sleep boy It go murder she wrote (21) I'ma murder the dope (yeah) Yeah I be killin' 'em I'm gon' murder the kitchen (whip) I'ma murder the chickens (murder) Yeah I be killin' em It go Murda on the beats, boy Yeah it's murder on these streets, boy Murdered the pussy, I'm a beast boy And you a soldier, I'm a G boy

'Bout forty (Antt) Ain't no iffin', bitch, I got it on me 'Bout fifty Jazzy with me, pissy when you trippin' 'Bout sixty Bitch, I been cuttin' since Demi Big hemis Hellcat city, free Chrissy Ayy, Diddy, tell them niggas how we used to live I'm still quick to bust 'em down in the crib Fuck Will, pussy, that's just how a nigga feel Get killed for rappin' me and mines on the track Yellow tape, nigga, me and mines doin' that Ayy, Tez, I'ma hold it down for them years No, Tez, I'ma hold it down for them kids 'Bout fifty, that's how much money I done blew How many shoes I done bought, how many hoes I done scooped For like sixty, never turned my back on my city Fuck with me, I'm the young doggy on the East We got the doggy on the East, don't even call me for a feature 'Bout forty Ain't no iffin', bitch, I got it on me 'Bout fifty Jazzy with me, pissy when you trippin' 'Bout sixty Bitch, I been cuttin' since Demi Big hemis Hellcat city, free Chrissy 'Bout forty Ain't no iffin', bitch, I got it on me 'Bout fifty Jazzy with me, pissy when you trippin' 'Bout sixty Bitch, I been cuttin' since Demi Big hemis Hellcat city, free Chrissy Ayy, Ricky, show them niggas how you get from me MD, hamburg', eighty OCs We turnt, a nigga can't take what I earned I'm on it, tell you go get him, I want him I'm hungry, I was just starvin' and broke Four years on the bunk, another two in the hole I know how these hoes get for the pape' And I seen how a nigga drop from that Drac' Lost soul, bitch, I'm missin' all of my bros I can't believe a nigga upped on me I'ma show the whole city why them cuffs on Reef 4 Gang, bitch, or no fuckin' gang 'Bout forty Ain't no iffin', bitch, I got it on me 'Bout fifty Jazzy with me, pissy when you trippin' 'Bout sixty Bitch, I been cuttin' since Demi Big hemis Hellcat city, free Chrissy 'Bout forty Ain't no iffin', bitch, I got it on me 'Bout fifty Jazzy with me, pissy when you trippin' 'Bout sixty Bitch, I been cuttin' since Demi Big hemis Hellcat city, free Chrissy Ayy, Diddy (Antt)

Yeah Let me pop my shit, nigga Uh, let me pop my shit Let me pop my shit (Go) I just sent that boy two thousand, he ain't never post my album (Go) He ain't never shot his gun for me for free, I'm bein' a thousand (Go) You did what you did, I left you 'round my kids I gave you power (Go) I told bro, "Go hit your main opps," knowin' damn Well they ain't ours (Man, what?) I just swapped some Glocks from two Three of them blocks, ain't let a round off (Give me that) And them niggas heard they mans scream They gotta turn the sound off (Give me that) Fuck what it seem, I'm goin' off what I seen Bitch, get a pound off (Pussy) One opp nineteen, he bringin' my brother to school They knocked his gown off I callеd Mak OG, I got lil' bro a lawyer, hundred thousand (Thou') Look at Fyndee Boyy, he touch on littlе boys, he pedophilin' (Nasty) Up my gun on one of the opp' blogs Them boys gon' televise it (Yeah) I can't name the shit I'm behind But I can make my mama prouder (On Pluto grave) I seen lil' bro one nigga outside his socks He brag about it (Nigga brag about it) Why you bring your cousin around? You know he a rat, let's talk about it (Cheese, haha) See, the biggest hoes, they be the biggest hoes Let's talk about it (Let's talk) And the city know I know too many moes Cokilla valid (You know I'm stoned) If you ever been involved, you can't talk about it (Shh) I seen a killer do an interview He tellin', tellin' (You fucked me up) Why you ain't never clear that rumor up? You know I'm valid (You fucked me up) See, I ain't respond on Instagram I know how to go about it (I know how to go about it) Since he died, just come outside And go to war about him (Bitch-ass) He say, "No," I'm thinkin' he let a ho got him (Go, go, no) He say, "No," I say, "Let's go to war about it" (Go, go, no) Where he go? You better know the morgue Got him (Yeah, man, what?) Knock 'em all down like dominos Don't talk on the 'Gram 'cause we put shit in vanish mode Last one was easy, he pull up on random hoes Think you tough? My lil' niggas got the antidote Free my nigga Zoo, I'm OTF 4L (21) If you catch a murder, nigga, keep it to yourself (On God) He think he a boss and now he fightin' for his breath (Huh) I don't care who done seen me, ask my lawyer, I wasn't there (21) I know a hood bitch who'll drop your addy for some hair (Facts) If we on your bumper, you gon' need more than a prayer (Pussy) Always wearin' gloves, we ain't doin' nothin' bare (Pussy) If you ever told, then that's the jacket that you wear (Pussy) Fuck your past bond, he get out, then he get smacked (Facts) My youngins ridin' strikers, skats, don't know how to act (21) Go and ask them niggas, we the reason they run track (21) Y'all really should be mad at who put batteries in y'all backs (Pussy) If you ever been involved, you can't talk about it (Shh) I seen a killer do an interview He tellin', tellin' (You fucked me up) Why you ain't never clear that rumor up? You know I'm valid (You fucked me up) See, I ain't respond on Instagram I know how to go about it (I know how to go about it) Since he died, just come outside And go to war about him (Bitch-ass) He say, "No," I'm thinkin' he let a ho got him (Go, go, no) He say, "No," I say, "Let's go to war about it" (Go, go, no) Where he go? You better know the morgue got him (Man, what?)

Ton' (And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it) Yeah Yeah Bitch who? Maybach truck and the coupe Only time I'm going back and forth is for the juice Feds still got me in court, shit crazy Only time I let a bitch record is when I'm writin' I'm famous but can't shit change me, nigga A million dollars worth of game, these niggas I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics Courtside watching the Hawks play the Pistons Okay, money on my nightstand, jewelry on my nightstand Aftermarket extendo, I pray it don't jam They say it's on sight, then I guess it's on sight then First couple of shows, the FN was my hype man (fire) Way before the PJ, I had a flight plan (plan) The GOAT with me, shake his hand, that's my right hand A hoe'll fuck yo' homeboy outta spite, man We had so much lean in store run out of Sprite, and Y'all don't get it (get it), A on my fitted (fitted) Pussy niggas sayin' a bunch of shit they ain't livin' (livin') Back on my pivot, kitchen water whippin' (whippin') All these turkeys bags, they thought it was Thanksgiving Don't make me pull out a million cash, I ain't trippin' Long ass nose on the sticks, got it pimpin' Let me see you shake it, one cheek at a time Double shot with the lime, yeah, your body different Bitch who? Maybach truck and the coupe Only time I'm going back and forth is for the juice Feds still got me in court, shit crazy Only time I let a bitch record is when I'm writin' I'm famous but can't shit change me, nigga A million dollars worth of game, these niggas I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics Courtside watching the Hawks play the Pistons Still remember Chief, he was three doors down I mean how? How you ain't last a year? Look at me now The reason why that bag in town, I got bricks No topside, everybody won't fit Forever outside, they won't let a nigga in Nigga, all my bitches gotta Benz, nigga If I can't fuck, don't text me You ain't gotta like but respect it That FN still my weapon Ayy, just step back, bitch, before I shoot Walk a nigga down without tyin' my shit Let him play crazy, he'll die in this bitch 4s over 5s, and 6s still over 9s R.I.P. to Rob, now I'm trippin' for the gas Rolls for the winter, then I'll prolly give it back Still can't believe a nigga made it off of rap Bitch who? Maybach truck and the coupe Only time I'm going back and forth is for the juice Feds still got me in court, shit crazy Only time I let a bitch record is when I'm writin' I'm famous but can't shit change me, nigga A million dollars worth of game, these niggas I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics Courtside watching the Hawks play the Pistons

M-M-M-Murda Yeah, yeah I think it's catching up to me Nobody's catching up to me I'm like, "Can I get some company?" I'm like, "Damn I'm really undefeated", yeah, yeah, yeah I think it's catching up to me Nobody's catching up to me Like can I get some company Like damn I'm really undefeated, yeah, yeah, yeah Like damn I'm really undefeated Damn I'm really, damn I'm really, yeah, yeah Am I really undefeated? It's like I got the secret stuff but I don't ever need it, yeah You flexing cause you wanna be me I'm flexing on these niggas for a better reason, yeah, yeah Fuck it, I guess they would never understand that Rollie iced out, timeless for the hashtag I get mad bread, fuck a damn fed If he tell that's a man down, leave that man dead I'm just saying, I ain't playing around, I ain't playing fair I don't care, fuck a one-on-one, ain't no hands here Hah, now they call me evil Laughing at these niggas with a Desert Eagle, yeah I think it's catching up to me Nobody's catching up to me I'm like, "Can I get some company?" I'm like, "Damn I'm really undefeated", yeah, yeah, yeah I think it's catching up to me Nobody's catching up to me Like can I get some company Like damn I'm really undefeated, yeah, yeah, yeah Like damn I'm really undefeated Damn I'm really, damn I'm really, yeah, yeah I think it's catching up to me Riding in a Hellcat, ain't no catching up to me This is not a 458, this a GTB The Maybach came with a new TV, headshots, fuck feet Bitch I got more bodies than a general in Vietnam Fuck yo nigga, he a bum, strippers picking up the crumbs Hundreds in my pocket, you would think that I had beef with ones Fuck her like she Nia Long (21) Yeah my clip long, fucking up my hipbone (21) Steve Stephen ass nigga now your bitch gone (on god) I just whipped a quarter brick and now my wrist gone I'm A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie 'til the clip gone Alley Sosa get you whacked off a flip phone Zone 6 niggas love sending hits home Bodies catching up to me but I'm too rich for 'em (21, 21) I think it's catching up to me Nobody's catching up to me I'm like, "Can I get some company?" I'm like, "Damn I'm really undefeated", yeah, yeah, yeah I think it's catching up to me Nobody's catching up to me Like can I get some company Like damn I'm really undefeated, yeah, yeah, yeah Like damn I'm really undefeated Damn I'm really, damn I'm really, yeah, yeah

Hit town like a freight train runnin' Starin' at us like deer in the headlights Never thought you had another thing comin' Did the same damn thing to 'em last night Everywhere we go, everywhere we been Leave a trail of ashes and a trail of sin Pack up the gear, let's hit the road We got a long way to go now Up in smoke Down in flames Jump on board Rollin' like a freight train Clap your hands Stomp your feet Boogie on down to the redneck backbeat Throwdown, it's a hillbilly hodown Fire it up, we can go all night now Come on, y'all, ain't no joke Watch the world go up in smoke Little gal in the skin tight britches Get up and get down to the front row Sure, hope your boyfriend ain't lookin' He won't get hurt by what he don't know He don't know that I know, and you know I got some plans for you, baby Everywhere we go, everywhere we been Leave a trail of ashes and a trail of sin Pack up the gear, let's hit the road We got a long way to go now Up in smoke Down in flames Jump on board Rollin' like a freight train Clap your hands Stomp your feet Boogie on down to the redneck backbeat Throwdown, it's a hillbilly hodown Fire it up, we can go all night now Come on, y'all, ain't no joke Watch the world go up in smoke, yeah Oh, yeah, uh-huh Come on, yeah Everywhere we go, everywhere we been Leave a trail of ashes and a trail of sin Pack up the gear, let's hit the road We got a long way to go now (Go now, go now, go now) Up in smoke Down in flames Jump on board Rollin' like a freight train Clap your hands Stomp your feet Boogie on down to the redneck backbeat Throwdown, it's a hillbilly hodown Fire it up, we can go all night now Come on, y'all, ain't no joke Watch the world go up in smoke Oh, watch 'em now