"Murder Fein" lyrics
¥ung Gemini & Screwly G Lyrics
Uh, fuck nigga fall, he fucked
Lil' bro blew that, phew, hop out, blitz, the nigga ain't get back up
Nigga be talkin' 'bout slidin', but nigga ain't dyin', so somethin' ain't addin' up
Spin out the SRT, tryna make somethin' bleed, police ain't catchin' us
I knew the nigga was dead before they did, I was there when they clapped him up
Nigga be sayin' it's smoke, then when they see me, be tryna dap me up
Fuck nigga make me mad, we get on his ass, they know we fire shit up
I know a nigga'll still be alive if his bitch-ass homies ain't gas him up
Nigga be yellin' out, "Gang," but really ain't gang, these niggas ain't did enough
Soon as we get the drop, out the door with my chop, you know we pullin' up (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
Nigga be talkin' 'bout hats, ain't got no hats, these niggas ain't killed enough
Nigga be dissin' in songs, I'm blowin' his dome, they ain't did more drills than us (Phew, phew)
Can't go out like Pac, I'ma blow my Glock, nigga better not pull on side of this car (Phew, phew, phew, phew)
Hit a nigga right in his top, now his ass on Fox, roll his ass right in the 'gar
I'll put a switch on the back of my Glock and a piece in my chop, this a fully AR
You know we keep spinnin' and spinnin', this shit don't stop, get caught, then we lettin' off shots (Rrah, rrah)
Opps ain't on they block out West, so fuck this shit, we gon' spin out East
Nigga keep talkin' 'bout murderin' me, tell 'em cross them tracks, I'ma knock down three
Bangin' them B's for Boog, disrespectin' the opps in my pics, I'm throwin' down B's
Bangin' them T's for Tiy, don't get caught in that fire, you know that we murder for Tink
Nigga, bitch, we EBK
Bail out, drench 'em, blowin' the Drac' (Phew, phew)
Hittin' every block, we ain't throwin' no shade
Shot hit his homie, he moved out the way
First time on a drill, probably shot like eight
Then I took off runnin', I was tryna get away
This the car that we used, 'fore we spin, bend the plates
Uh, if I ain't in the car with lil' Yai tryna catch me a face, then I'm probably spinnin' with Tay
He left his gun in the house, got caught, blow him down, I bet you he totin' today
I know a nigga who started a war, but don't want no parts, he playin' it safe
I don't get tired of patchin' my opps and spinnin' they blocks, I'm feelin' like Gates
Pull up on C, tell him, "Throw me the keys," swap out for the strike, then we spin out the straight
I'ma tryna kill, lil' bro got the wheel, see an opp while we ridin', then we stomp on the brakes
These niggas know that it's me who doin' the drills, but still got a mask on my face
Same nigga we tryna kill probably'll squeal if we ever go down for a case
Nigga know we fiend for murder
Uppin' the score, then we uppin' the rate (Grrah)
Killers kill off the love, you would think they was paid
.308 make him duck like he heard a grenade (Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew)
He got shot but ain't die, other nigga got grazed
It's a few nigga popped, we ain't sayin' no names
Lot of smoke in the air, better go and burn sage
Last drill kind of rusty, gotta work on my aim
Uh, uh, nigga be dyin' for clout
Bro tryna let my window down, told him keep it up 'cause I'm hoppin' out (Uh)
Told bro park the V, unlock my door around the corner and let me out
Bitch, we been got back for that one shit, it's just not talked about (Shh)
Uh, uh, last nigga got white chalked (Grrah)
DOA on arrival, hit with a rifle, rivals knocked him off (Phew, phew, phew, phew)
Seen them nigga wasn't ridin' for bro, tryna get in the car, we dropped 'em off
Nigga won't kill for they bro, but kill 'bout a ho, I swear these niggas be lost
Every time I come outside, shots get fired, nigga better not get caught
I heard the hoes outside, changed my clothes, popped out in some shit that cost
I got a big-ass chop on me right now, you could tell by the way I walk
She shakin' ass on top of the car while I'm watchin' these cars, it's throwin' me off
These niggas thought it was over, they thought I was done, but I got some shit in the vault
I'm tryna dirty your Glocks 'cause we got some brand-new pipes that we just bought
We hit the block, they run, we chasin', just like Ricky, his ass get hawked
Nigga be sayin' they real, but know they ain't real, these niggas know they flaw
You can't teach these niggas on how to be real, that ain't some shit that's taught
You can't teach these niggas your murder skills, nigga'll double cross
You can't bring these niggas to where you live, these nigga'll roll you out
I can get a hundred 'bows, a hundred los, still gettin' it off
Uh, uh, nah, we ain't shootin' out cars
Soon as we got that drop, we spin to the block, left his ass right in the yard
Know I'ma blow my strap, these niggas be cap, we don't need no bodyguard
Last nigga caught got stretched, tryna war with a vet, 7.62 hit hard
Lil' bro blew that, phew, hop out, blitz, the nigga ain't get back up
Nigga be talkin' 'bout slidin', but nigga ain't dyin', so somethin' ain't addin' up
Spin out the SRT, tryna make somethin' bleed, police ain't catchin' us
I knew the nigga was dead before they did, I was there when they clapped him up
Nigga be sayin' it's smoke, then when they see me, be tryna dap me up
Fuck nigga make me mad, we get on his ass, they know we fire shit up
I know a nigga'll still be alive if his bitch-ass homies ain't gas him up
Nigga be yellin' out, "Gang," but really ain't gang, these niggas ain't did enough
Soon as we get the drop, out the door with my chop, you know we pullin' up (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
Nigga be talkin' 'bout hats, ain't got no hats, these niggas ain't killed enough
Nigga be dissin' in songs, I'm blowin' his dome, they ain't did more drills than us (Phew, phew)
Can't go out like Pac, I'ma blow my Glock, nigga better not pull on side of this car (Phew, phew, phew, phew)
Hit a nigga right in his top, now his ass on Fox, roll his ass right in the 'gar
I'll put a switch on the back of my Glock and a piece in my chop, this a fully AR
You know we keep spinnin' and spinnin', this shit don't stop, get caught, then we lettin' off shots (Rrah, rrah)
Opps ain't on they block out West, so fuck this shit, we gon' spin out East
Nigga keep talkin' 'bout murderin' me, tell 'em cross them tracks, I'ma knock down three
Bangin' them B's for Boog, disrespectin' the opps in my pics, I'm throwin' down B's
Bangin' them T's for Tiy, don't get caught in that fire, you know that we murder for Tink
Nigga, bitch, we EBK
Bail out, drench 'em, blowin' the Drac' (Phew, phew)
Hittin' every block, we ain't throwin' no shade
Shot hit his homie, he moved out the way
First time on a drill, probably shot like eight
Then I took off runnin', I was tryna get away
This the car that we used, 'fore we spin, bend the plates
Uh, if I ain't in the car with lil' Yai tryna catch me a face, then I'm probably spinnin' with Tay
He left his gun in the house, got caught, blow him down, I bet you he totin' today
I know a nigga who started a war, but don't want no parts, he playin' it safe
I don't get tired of patchin' my opps and spinnin' they blocks, I'm feelin' like Gates
Pull up on C, tell him, "Throw me the keys," swap out for the strike, then we spin out the straight
I'ma tryna kill, lil' bro got the wheel, see an opp while we ridin', then we stomp on the brakes
These niggas know that it's me who doin' the drills, but still got a mask on my face
Same nigga we tryna kill probably'll squeal if we ever go down for a case
Nigga know we fiend for murder
Uppin' the score, then we uppin' the rate (Grrah)
Killers kill off the love, you would think they was paid
.308 make him duck like he heard a grenade (Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew)
He got shot but ain't die, other nigga got grazed
It's a few nigga popped, we ain't sayin' no names
Lot of smoke in the air, better go and burn sage
Last drill kind of rusty, gotta work on my aim
Uh, uh, nigga be dyin' for clout
Bro tryna let my window down, told him keep it up 'cause I'm hoppin' out (Uh)
Told bro park the V, unlock my door around the corner and let me out
Bitch, we been got back for that one shit, it's just not talked about (Shh)
Uh, uh, last nigga got white chalked (Grrah)
DOA on arrival, hit with a rifle, rivals knocked him off (Phew, phew, phew, phew)
Seen them nigga wasn't ridin' for bro, tryna get in the car, we dropped 'em off
Nigga won't kill for they bro, but kill 'bout a ho, I swear these niggas be lost
Every time I come outside, shots get fired, nigga better not get caught
I heard the hoes outside, changed my clothes, popped out in some shit that cost
I got a big-ass chop on me right now, you could tell by the way I walk
She shakin' ass on top of the car while I'm watchin' these cars, it's throwin' me off
These niggas thought it was over, they thought I was done, but I got some shit in the vault
I'm tryna dirty your Glocks 'cause we got some brand-new pipes that we just bought
We hit the block, they run, we chasin', just like Ricky, his ass get hawked
Nigga be sayin' they real, but know they ain't real, these niggas know they flaw
You can't teach these niggas on how to be real, that ain't some shit that's taught
You can't teach these niggas your murder skills, nigga'll double cross
You can't bring these niggas to where you live, these nigga'll roll you out
I can get a hundred 'bows, a hundred los, still gettin' it off
Uh, uh, nah, we ain't shootin' out cars
Soon as we got that drop, we spin to the block, left his ass right in the yard
Know I'ma blow my strap, these niggas be cap, we don't need no bodyguard
Last nigga caught got stretched, tryna war with a vet, 7.62 hit hard
