Murda
(专辑: Free Weezy Album - 2015)
Starting, why? Why? Why? Yeah First degree murder Beg them nuh push it further This a
nuh beef, we make burger The
youths, dem strapped with dem burner Uh, real niggas say soowoo And such and such killed such and such The
streets talk and bullshit walks on crutches, but It's strut to strut Niggas panic Button pressing The
end is coming Count your blessings We living in the
day and time Where the
ten commandments Are now suggestions How depressing How infested Click-clack, pow, intestines Bad bitches in flower dresses with tight pussies I
found the
crevice AK bullets move mountains Break them bitches down to pebbles That tough talk is like music to my ears So keep it a
cappella Based on a
true story We not worried, y'all too worried I
faced my fears and told them motherfuckers y'all too gorgeous Dread head from New Orleans Where the
youth, them got two choices Shoot, or get shot, or a
nigga choose for you We murdered them First degree murder Beg dem nuh push it further This a
nuh beef, we make burger The
youths, dem strapped with dem burner First degree murder Beg dem nuh push it further This a
nuh beef, we make burger 'Cause the
youths, dem strapped with dem burner Yo, Tune point and I'm dusting niggas I
ain't talking lacing no marijuana Soon as I
hatched, I
reigned like a
quail And gave two fucks, I
ain't a
koala My uncle gangsta, but I
make him nervous All he see in my face is murder Waste a
burner is my waste a
furnace I
pace and turn and she'll face the
thermos First birthday wish was getting caked up Shoot a
nigga, wake up on the
wake-up Lay down in a
model bitch A-cup Then I
put pearls in a
bitch like Jacob Play tough, tape off of this tape-up Race off like some motherfucking makeup Take off, looking for something to take up Get the
paper or you going in the
paper? Not horoscopes, but in the
horror scope Pray to God you see tomorrow, nope They gave my nigga thirty for a
jar of dope But do a
nigga dirty with a
bar of soap Blowing so much, you sneezing dick Believe in me, I
don't believe in shit Y'all pinching pennies? I'm squeezing drip It's Young Money 'til I'm in the
freezer stiff, bitch First degree murder Beg them nuh push it further This a
nuh beef, we make burger The
youths, dem strapped with dem burner First degree murder Beg dem nuh push it further This a
nuh beef, we make burger 'Cause the
youths, dem strapped with dem burner It's all about the
money, nigga, fuck the
fame Where we come from, shots ring, nigga, broad day Lil' woadie said he had a
chance, he'd do this shit again Popping pills for the
pain, but still won't feel a
thing It's deeper than this rap, I'm in the
back soaking game Cartier frames got 'em looking at me strange Why pre mostly heard and I'm rarely sane Low-key can still get a
brick off my name Now I'ma tell you this here for my youngin 'nem The
same ones I
hung the
corners with, do numbers with If it ever was a
problem, watch 'em pull up quick Caught an L
sticking to the
script, you know I
switched We now switch First degree murder Beg dem nuh push it further This a
nuh beef, we make burger The
youths, dem strapped with dem burner First degree murder Beg dem nuh push it further This a
nuh beef, we make burger 'Cause the
youths, dem strapped with dem burner Starting, why? Why? Why? Yeah