ZOTiYAC - Murder Rate lyrics

That choppa spit and twist his body
Your lil homie died, you ain't spin back
The fuck, you scared or sum?
Them strikers on my ass, I ran up twenty
And bout all the guns (Revilo)
Address the situation while I'm off cets
I send it up
Bodies keep on droppin' back to
Back inside my city
'Cause the wrong niggas got money
Left folks hot, it ain't no chillin'
Bussin' off the trips, but
I prefer the wock, just cause the feelin'
Caught him snoozin' on his block off of
That Act' and stamp the hit
FN make his body twist
Almost got off until he tripped
I let them shells eat on his
Face, then get up close, make sure he hit
Shawty run off like folks
So I know I got him whеn I blick
I put a name on every onе
Of these 556's in my clip
We don't pop innocents
We come shoot who we lookin' for then dip

I'm really 'bout mine, but I'm
Really 'bout my business too, that's it
I'm really 5' 9"
But it's really 556's in this clip
You really fucked up
If you think you finna touch me in this bitch
I put my hoe on him
He thought he gon' get lucky in this bitch
(Finna touch me) lil stupid ass
(Dumbass) , hey come here (Grah, grah)
Nigga keep on boostin' on them apps
Like what, you tough or sum? Twirl the wock
Put the choppa on him like I'm cuttin' sum
If I'm walkin' with my chain out
You know I'm tuckin' sum
Walk in this bitch with a whole hunnid on me
I ain't talkin' bout money
I'm talkin' bout the drum and the gun
On the huff for your homie
Finna summon a demon and put him up on you
That be one of my homies
That boy did shoot and score like Parker
I might call him Tony
(That boy did shoot and score)
Bro put the money in the bag, and
Get a bullet in your shit, ayy
A risk for your life, boy
You don't wanna take that risk
Choppa knock your whole fuckin' arm off
Take that wrist
I caught him jumpin' out the window
Nigga tried to break that bitch

Fast lane, i'm never cruisin' tryna catch
Up with them losses
Subtractin' fuck niggas
Gotta link up with them bosses
F&N go through the vest (Let's go)
That how he got three to the chest
(Let's go)
We kept them bodies, nothin' less
Want peace, we lay your ass to rest
Ooh, another RIP shirt
My dawg just dropped the perms
He need a Perky 'cause his teeth hurt
Walk down with revolvers, need no shells
We call that neat work (Let's go)
My mind been on them drills
But I gotta rip these beats first
Driller turned into a trapper (Let's go)
Trapper turned into a rapper
Rotatin' all three just to make
That money come faster
Must be off the Qualis
She ain't even see me shoot past her
Sent my gutter bitch to slam my opp
She gon' outlast her

That choppa spit and twist his body
Bro, your homie died, you ain't spin back
The fuck, you scared or sum?
Them strikers on my ass, I ran up twenty
And bought all the guns (Revilo)
Address the situation while I'm off cets
I send it up
Bodies keep on droppin' back to
Back inside my city
'Cause the wrong niggas got money
Left folks hot, it ain't no chillin'
Bussin' off the trips, but
I prefer the wock, just cause the feelin'
Caught him snoozin' on his block off of
That Act' and stamp the hit
FN make his body twist
Almost got off until he tripped
I let these shells eat on his
Face, then get up close, make sure he hit
Shawty run off like folks
So I know I got him when I blick
I put a name on every one
Of these 556's in my clip
We don't pop innocents
We come shoot who we lookin'
For and then dip