Slimesito - C Murder lyrics

(This is a Dolan Beats production)
Yeah
Yeah I'm still out on bond nigga
Fifty, yeah
ClayCo
(Nutso ThugN checking in, you know
I'm rocking with Nino
Blatt)
Sito, Sito, Sito

Murder, murder
You fuck with the gang then
You know you get murdered
Shoot you on camera, do you like C-Murder
Most of yall niggas yall really unheard of
I'm ten toes down
Man you know that's omerta
You fuck with the gang then
You know you get murdered
Always shot to kill, that's capital murder
I post with young slimes
He be throwing up murder
Stay strapped up, I be toting them burners
I'm fronting them packs
Man you know I'm no server
You fuck with the gang then
You know you get murdered
Baby bottlеs filled but you
Know it's no Gerber
Try to sеt me up
You ain't getting no further
Foreign hoe trapping you know she from Persia
Put ten on your head and
You know you get murdered

187, man you know that's a murder
Throwaway phones, man I need a new burner
I done did a lot of shit that
I know you ain't heard of
These niggas toting fires
They ain't catching no murder
Back to back whips and they
Filled with them burners
All of my niggas be toting pistolas
Got a big F&N, I ain't doing no holster
Got some real mob ties
Know this shit Cosa Nostra
I lay on the dead man I feel like a vulture
Shoot his ass up, now his ass on the poster
He acting fake tough now
We finna' expose him
You loving them hoes but
I'm keeping shit kosher
Slime his ass out, Akademiks gon' post you
Trap got a line
Man this shit like a drive-thru
You posted with him then that
Nigga gon' die too
Got old head partners and them
Niggas gon' slide too

Murder, murder
You fuck with the gang then
You know you get murdered
Shoot you on camera, do you like C-Murder
Most of yall niggas yall really unheard of
I'm ten toes down
Man you know that's omerta
You fuck with the gang then
You know you get murdered
Always shot to kill, that's capital murder
I post with young slimes
He be throwing up murder
Stay strapped up, I be toting them burners
I'm fronting them packs
Man you know I'm no server
You fuck with the gang then
You know you get murdered
Baby bottles filled but you
Know it's no Gerber
Try to set me up
You ain't getting no further
Foreign hoe trapping you know she from Persia
Put ten on your head and
You know you get murdered

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AKA Jurassic Park)