LP Rambo, Kashout Klil - Murder Games lyrics
[LP Rambo, Kashout Klil - Murder Games lyrics]
Who gone get the kill first
Who gone lose the wheel first
I'm head over heels for a
Kill my bro still worse
This might be my last day
Gotta eat my meal first
(Man you still fucked up bout Wave?) Nigga
Fuck you mean that shit still hurt
And i'm still laid down with that
Pretty girl that I found
Nigga don't get laid down in a
Gun fight cuz i'm down
I'm wilding she wilding we childish
Her shit ain't got no mileage
Glock loaded club crowded
Glock loaded club crowded
Room smoking it's clouded
Niggas keep tryna shake up they ain't
Gang gang can't allow it i said I must go I
Look back she start pouting
She just want get her shit
Knocked up like Ronda Rousey
If we cross paths don't you
Think twice better finish me
Pussy boy wanna hit at me
And thе Law still tryna sentence mе
Anybody can get at me got a 100
Shots you gone feel that beat
Got a 100 opps who gone feel that heat
All they ass tried blick at me
If you with us then we play murder games
Catch your ass in traffic you
In that murder lane
Buss head buss brains I don't
Give a fuck mane let me tell them one thing
I'm dying shooting on gang
Stupid bitch you got that luck aim
With me ain't no such thing
Who gone get the kill first
Who gone lose the wheel first
I'm head over heels for a
Kill my bro still worse
This might be my last day
Gotta eat my meal first
(Man you still fucked up bout Wave?) Nigga
Fuck you mean that shit still hurt
And i'm still laid down with that
Pretty girl that I found
Nigga don't get laid down in a
Gun fight cuz i'm down
I'm wilding she wilding we childish
Her shit ain't got no mileage
Glock loaded club crowded
Who gone lose the wheel first
I'm head over heels for a
Kill my bro still worse
This might be my last day
Gotta eat my meal first
(Man you still fucked up bout Wave?) Nigga
Fuck you mean that shit still hurt
And i'm still laid down with that
Pretty girl that I found
Nigga don't get laid down in a
Gun fight cuz i'm down
I'm wilding she wilding we childish
Her shit ain't got no mileage
Glock loaded club crowded
Glock loaded club crowded
Room smoking it's clouded
Niggas keep tryna shake up they ain't
Gang gang can't allow it i said I must go I
Look back she start pouting
She just want get her shit
Knocked up like Ronda Rousey
If we cross paths don't you
Think twice better finish me
Pussy boy wanna hit at me
And thе Law still tryna sentence mе
Anybody can get at me got a 100
Shots you gone feel that beat
Got a 100 opps who gone feel that heat
All they ass tried blick at me
If you with us then we play murder games
Catch your ass in traffic you
In that murder lane
Buss head buss brains I don't
Give a fuck mane let me tell them one thing
I'm dying shooting on gang
Stupid bitch you got that luck aim
With me ain't no such thing
Who gone get the kill first
Who gone lose the wheel first
I'm head over heels for a
Kill my bro still worse
This might be my last day
Gotta eat my meal first
(Man you still fucked up bout Wave?) Nigga
Fuck you mean that shit still hurt
And i'm still laid down with that
Pretty girl that I found
Nigga don't get laid down in a
Gun fight cuz i'm down
I'm wilding she wilding we childish
Her shit ain't got no mileage
Glock loaded club crowded