"Murdertown" lyrics
(feat. OG Smxxv & Ant Beezy)
[FattMack:]
Yeah, Fatt
You can't come turn me down
Murder-town
Murder-round
Ayy, Fatt
Walk you down
Ayy
I'll be damn'd, If I let you come kill my vibe
You can't come turn me down
I'm gon' build her up, then I burn her down, I'm from a murder town
Nigga told me, he gon' blow me down
I walk with 30 'rounds
Plenty of niggas start rappin', had stole my sound
These drugs had stole my mind
You shot at my house, you a bitch, I'ma walk you down
And you run, I'ma hawk you down
And we got the drop, 'fore we spin, we gon' stalk it out
And we kick the front door down
I came in and it was Mel
These niggas envy me, I can tell
Who gon' pick me up if I fail?
If I crash out, who gon' pay the bill?
I'll be cold as fuck in my cell
I got a hundred rhymes, I got some money now
And I did all this shit by myself
I check your phone, like who's Tyrell?
Bitch, go home, 'fore I pop my chill
I go ask around, you been fuckin' on Mike
I cut a bitch off, then I bought more ice
I found me a badder-bitch for the night
Really, I'm sad, that I'm not alright
And these nigga hoes they not my kind
And I'ma stay high till I find my mind
Real true love, I ain't never gon' find it
Yeah, I wanted her, She wanted diamonds
I wanted splurge, She wanted designer
I never learned, I'ma go buy it
I been gettin' tired of bein' outside, I got a burden over my mind
I put a shield over my heart, now I'm prepared for all of your lies
I put a Percocet on my tongue, If you give me a kiss, I'ma get you high
And I'ma dump every shot out my gun, 'fore them folks tell my mama I died
And the police tryna stop my show, We startin' a riot
This shit gettin' violent
We done shot at every nigga who done tried it
Money and Murder, we ain't have got it
Most of the gang, they ain't have no father
Blow out the brains out of a Hell Cat charger
All of my chains and my rings, they flawless
The last thing he seen was that fire 'fore we caught him
Before I walk outside, I pray I see tomorrow
Know she don't love me, really, I bought her
She did me dirty, that was my karma
Hop on a plane, take a trip, way farther
I hang up on a bitch and don't call her
I still fuck her good, tell her, I love her
I'm in the hood, I'm with my brothers
We in Mobile, but these choppas from Russia
And if they try to spin, I'ma shoot them, take cover
[Ant Beezy:]
Yeah, flight to LA, go get me some green
Took me some perks, and took me some lean
With my plug, he with me
His one friends Chinese, he had the weed
I might go shop
Gon' buy me some clothes
Might trick on some hoes
Might fuck on her friends
Might hit the trap, and buy me a Benz
Then mount that shit up, and count that shit up
Got niggas who murk, got niggas who work
Got a song doin' both
I'm hoopin' and rappin', I'm in the booth
Baby, I'm trappin', I'm textin' a skill
With a OG Smxxv, you know I can't lose
But I'm in here with Fatt and yeah, that's a fact
I keep it a G, I keep it a band
I'm talkin' to dogs, I'm talkin' to stacks
[OG Smxxv:]
You gotta watch your back forever, if you shot a nigga and it didn't kill him
I pop Percocet 10's and Roxy 20's I can't lie, I'm feelin' it, really
Fuck my demons from the past, I hope they
Strapped, they comin' to kill me
I know the broke-ass niggas don't feel me
I'm with my dog, like bit get silly
Bitch, I ain't never had no love like you
I ain't never had no touch like you
I ain't never had no drug like you
Bad nigga, I still fuckin' the coupe
If you ridin', just let me know
Geeked up, I feel that perc on my toe
I'm swervin' and I'm high on the road
I'm sippin' green and that's how that shit go
My dog got a hundred K invested in his Chevy
Wanna be a boss, your lifestyle changin', Is you ready?
Thick-ass bitch wanna eat her dinner in the bed, so thick like spaghetti
I just want the money, that currency, like Spidaz and Grady
Bitch, I ain't dyin' for nothin', I'm die for some, Hope you got your life on the line
Pussy-ass niggas be claimin', they got 9 lives
So you gotta ride with a nine
I love my bitches, to death she fuck me good and feed me all the time
Can't even let my uncle in the trap too long, he snortin' up all the lines
Yeah, Fatt
You can't come turn me down
Murder-town
Murder-round
Ayy, Fatt
Walk you down
Ayy
I'll be damn'd, If I let you come kill my vibe
You can't come turn me down
I'm gon' build her up, then I burn her down, I'm from a murder town
Nigga told me, he gon' blow me down
I walk with 30 'rounds
Plenty of niggas start rappin', had stole my sound
These drugs had stole my mind
You shot at my house, you a bitch, I'ma walk you down
And you run, I'ma hawk you down
And we got the drop, 'fore we spin, we gon' stalk it out
And we kick the front door down
I came in and it was Mel
These niggas envy me, I can tell
Who gon' pick me up if I fail?
If I crash out, who gon' pay the bill?
I'll be cold as fuck in my cell
I got a hundred rhymes, I got some money now
And I did all this shit by myself
I check your phone, like who's Tyrell?
Bitch, go home, 'fore I pop my chill
I go ask around, you been fuckin' on Mike
I cut a bitch off, then I bought more ice
I found me a badder-bitch for the night
Really, I'm sad, that I'm not alright
And these nigga hoes they not my kind
And I'ma stay high till I find my mind
Real true love, I ain't never gon' find it
Yeah, I wanted her, She wanted diamonds
I wanted splurge, She wanted designer
I never learned, I'ma go buy it
I been gettin' tired of bein' outside, I got a burden over my mind
I put a shield over my heart, now I'm prepared for all of your lies
I put a Percocet on my tongue, If you give me a kiss, I'ma get you high
And I'ma dump every shot out my gun, 'fore them folks tell my mama I died
And the police tryna stop my show, We startin' a riot
This shit gettin' violent
We done shot at every nigga who done tried it
Money and Murder, we ain't have got it
Most of the gang, they ain't have no father
Blow out the brains out of a Hell Cat charger
All of my chains and my rings, they flawless
The last thing he seen was that fire 'fore we caught him
Before I walk outside, I pray I see tomorrow
Know she don't love me, really, I bought her
She did me dirty, that was my karma
Hop on a plane, take a trip, way farther
I hang up on a bitch and don't call her
I still fuck her good, tell her, I love her
I'm in the hood, I'm with my brothers
We in Mobile, but these choppas from Russia
And if they try to spin, I'ma shoot them, take cover
[Ant Beezy:]
Yeah, flight to LA, go get me some green
Took me some perks, and took me some lean
With my plug, he with me
His one friends Chinese, he had the weed
I might go shop
Gon' buy me some clothes
Might trick on some hoes
Might fuck on her friends
Might hit the trap, and buy me a Benz
Then mount that shit up, and count that shit up
Got niggas who murk, got niggas who work
Got a song doin' both
I'm hoopin' and rappin', I'm in the booth
Baby, I'm trappin', I'm textin' a skill
With a OG Smxxv, you know I can't lose
But I'm in here with Fatt and yeah, that's a fact
I keep it a G, I keep it a band
I'm talkin' to dogs, I'm talkin' to stacks
[OG Smxxv:]
You gotta watch your back forever, if you shot a nigga and it didn't kill him
I pop Percocet 10's and Roxy 20's I can't lie, I'm feelin' it, really
Fuck my demons from the past, I hope they
Strapped, they comin' to kill me
I know the broke-ass niggas don't feel me
I'm with my dog, like bit get silly
Bitch, I ain't never had no love like you
I ain't never had no touch like you
I ain't never had no drug like you
Bad nigga, I still fuckin' the coupe
If you ridin', just let me know
Geeked up, I feel that perc on my toe
I'm swervin' and I'm high on the road
I'm sippin' green and that's how that shit go
My dog got a hundred K invested in his Chevy
Wanna be a boss, your lifestyle changin', Is you ready?
Thick-ass bitch wanna eat her dinner in the bed, so thick like spaghetti
I just want the money, that currency, like Spidaz and Grady
Bitch, I ain't dyin' for nothin', I'm die for some, Hope you got your life on the line
Pussy-ass niggas be claimin', they got 9 lives
So you gotta ride with a nine
I love my bitches, to death she fuck me good and feed me all the time
Can't even let my uncle in the trap too long, he snortin' up all the lines
