"Murder Music" lyrics
This gon' get you killed (Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr)
This gon' get you killed (Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr)
This gon' get you killed (Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr)
This gon' get you killed (Brr, brr, brr)
One thing 'bout music, when it hits, you feel no pain
For this Glock, I cannot say the same
My forty just like 40 is to Drake
In the studio with no debate
I'm way too big to minimize the hate
'Fore I change, I'd rather amputate
This blade I got was meant to trouble snakes
Glock with me, so it's a double date
I feel, these haters tryin' to get to me
I spin they block like wheels
How you been dealin' with all of that negative energy?
I just accumulate mills
Sign on the dotted, fuck your feelings, it's erotic
Primitive how I do it, never plotted
Limited time on Earth I've been allotted
Ain't no limits on the card, ironic, damn
I don't got rappers that want it with me
Man, they study on me, I got Stans
How you went told all your brothers you gang
Then when police came, you took the stand?
YSL all on my pants, but won't be raisin' no hand
You told everything, man, that wasn't the plan
Your daddy a bitch, wasn't raisin' no man
My daddy a gangsta, he would've disowned me
I couldn't look in the mirror
Swear ain't nothin' realer about ya
Your life like a Hollywood theater
This rap game is full of some weirdos
Y'all need to off yourself or get a therapist
Can't fuck with 'em, tell 'em I'm arrogant
You ever try fuck with Slumerican
This gon' get you killed (Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr)
This gon' get you killed (Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr)
This gon' get you killed (Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr)
This gon' get you killed (Brr, brr, brr)
Bro, this shit is so hard... what are you doing?
My song was on?
Nah, what I'm doing in here
Well this is what I'm doing right now, probably harder
{Talking over each other}
Nah, the one I'm doin' is definitely harder
I promise you, the one that—you need to come in here and listen to this shit
You should just delete that song—
What are you doing? He records verses sitting down, bro—
First of all, you should just delete whatever you just worked on, this song is—
Whatever you, whatever you've been workin' has "sit down" energy
Ha ha
(Brr, brr, brr)
This gon' get you killed (Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr)
This gon' get you killed (Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr)
This gon' get you killed (Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr)
This gon' get you killed (Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr)
This gon' get you killed (Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr)
This gon' get you killed (Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr)
This gon' get you killed (Brr, brr, brr)
One thing 'bout music, when it hits, you feel no pain
For this Glock, I cannot say the same
My forty just like 40 is to Drake
In the studio with no debate
I'm way too big to minimize the hate
'Fore I change, I'd rather amputate
This blade I got was meant to trouble snakes
Glock with me, so it's a double date
I feel, these haters tryin' to get to me
I spin they block like wheels
How you been dealin' with all of that negative energy?
I just accumulate mills
Sign on the dotted, fuck your feelings, it's erotic
Primitive how I do it, never plotted
Limited time on Earth I've been allotted
Ain't no limits on the card, ironic, damn
I don't got rappers that want it with me
Man, they study on me, I got Stans
How you went told all your brothers you gang
Then when police came, you took the stand?
YSL all on my pants, but won't be raisin' no hand
You told everything, man, that wasn't the plan
Your daddy a bitch, wasn't raisin' no man
My daddy a gangsta, he would've disowned me
I couldn't look in the mirror
Swear ain't nothin' realer about ya
Your life like a Hollywood theater
This rap game is full of some weirdos
Y'all need to off yourself or get a therapist
Can't fuck with 'em, tell 'em I'm arrogant
You ever try fuck with Slumerican
This gon' get you killed (Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr)
This gon' get you killed (Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr)
This gon' get you killed (Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr)
This gon' get you killed (Brr, brr, brr)
Bro, this shit is so hard... what are you doing?
My song was on?
Nah, what I'm doing in here
Well this is what I'm doing right now, probably harder
{Talking over each other}
Nah, the one I'm doin' is definitely harder
I promise you, the one that—you need to come in here and listen to this shit
You should just delete that song—
What are you doing? He records verses sitting down, bro—
First of all, you should just delete whatever you just worked on, this song is—
Whatever you, whatever you've been workin' has "sit down" energy
Ha ha
(Brr, brr, brr)
This gon' get you killed (Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr)
This gon' get you killed (Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr)
This gon' get you killed (Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr)
This gon' get you killed (Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr)
