V-Nasty, Kreayshawn - Murder lyrics
[V-Nasty, Kreayshawn - Murder lyrics]
It's the murderer, it's the murderer
It's the murderer, it's the murderer
Just hit us some stacks
Got the pistol in the backpack
One in my hand
Leave a nigga with no get back
I'm on some solid shit
What you niggas callin' it?
You're all diggin' holes
Got you niggas fallin' in
You know me and my real niggas show off
We ball off
Late night creepin' in the rental
Tinted windows
Got bitches sayin' suspects didn't know
Came back nothing more
Leave no witness though
Bad bitches say', "V Nasty, you a all-star!"
I'm kilin' bitches, come back in a new car
They shot up at my whip but
It didn't get 'em far
I'm aimin' at bodies, bitch
I don't shoot at cars!
Come back on the murder game
Kreayshawn has a thang
Well, that's a big thang
Really make a bitch sang
We can make a song if you buy back a chain
Got your bitch ride, whole face blown out
187 on a ho is what I'm talkin' 'bout
Poppin' off the couch
She don't believe what we always talkin' bout
Run out, talk shit, get pushed back
White girls got clips like we in Baghdad
We active, a real savage
A murder charge? We ain't have it
We backin' out, just got the passport
We ain't scared of a bitch, passin' Newports
I smoke it slow man, I love to blow, man
I pull my pistol out, and
Let the trigger pull, man
Woke up in the middle of the
Night on some freaky shit
Busters callin' me askin' why
I'm never speakin'
That they higher than me now
Asking why I knocked them down
Filed a missin' report
The brain was never found
Had to chop his body up, in the river
He drowned i'm on some psycho shit
Kill a bitch for the fuck of it
Leave no evidence, no fingerprints
187 homicide coming close to
Where you sleep at
Yeah these voices ain't let me
Get my sleep back
3 AM outside, early mornin'
Creepin' through your window while
It's rainin' and pourin'
Got these keys to my whip
And my whip game foreign
Got haters actin' like they adore me
Fake bitches on that type of shit got for me
Come through the front door
Break your whole family niggas talkin' shit
But you knew you was my enemy
Warning! Warning!
This mixtape may cause rubber bands to bop
Paper to stack, guns to bust, and to rain!
It should only be listened to
In the fast lane!
With the windows up, blowin' pur-
It's the murderer, it's the murderer
Just hit us some stacks
Got the pistol in the backpack
One in my hand
Leave a nigga with no get back
I'm on some solid shit
What you niggas callin' it?
You're all diggin' holes
Got you niggas fallin' in
You know me and my real niggas show off
We ball off
Late night creepin' in the rental
Tinted windows
Got bitches sayin' suspects didn't know
Came back nothing more
Leave no witness though
Bad bitches say', "V Nasty, you a all-star!"
I'm kilin' bitches, come back in a new car
They shot up at my whip but
It didn't get 'em far
I'm aimin' at bodies, bitch
I don't shoot at cars!
Come back on the murder game
Kreayshawn has a thang
Well, that's a big thang
Really make a bitch sang
We can make a song if you buy back a chain
Got your bitch ride, whole face blown out
187 on a ho is what I'm talkin' 'bout
Poppin' off the couch
She don't believe what we always talkin' bout
Run out, talk shit, get pushed back
White girls got clips like we in Baghdad
We active, a real savage
A murder charge? We ain't have it
We backin' out, just got the passport
We ain't scared of a bitch, passin' Newports
I smoke it slow man, I love to blow, man
I pull my pistol out, and
Let the trigger pull, man
Woke up in the middle of the
Night on some freaky shit
Busters callin' me askin' why
I'm never speakin'
That they higher than me now
Asking why I knocked them down
Filed a missin' report
The brain was never found
Had to chop his body up, in the river
He drowned i'm on some psycho shit
Kill a bitch for the fuck of it
Leave no evidence, no fingerprints
187 homicide coming close to
Where you sleep at
Yeah these voices ain't let me
Get my sleep back
3 AM outside, early mornin'
Creepin' through your window while
It's rainin' and pourin'
Got these keys to my whip
And my whip game foreign
Got haters actin' like they adore me
Fake bitches on that type of shit got for me
Come through the front door
Break your whole family niggas talkin' shit
But you knew you was my enemy
Warning! Warning!
This mixtape may cause rubber bands to bop
Paper to stack, guns to bust, and to rain!
It should only be listened to
In the fast lane!
With the windows up, blowin' pur-