"Murderman" lyrics

[Trippie Redd:]
Pullin' down your block, they call me murder-murder man (Bah)
I might send a couple shots, you know it's murder, murder, man (Ah)
I'm the three-phone shawty, I got burners, burners, man (Phew)
Niggas really don't want beef like I'm the fuckin' burger man (Ah)
Talkin' gangster shit, but you would never hurt a man
You's a bitch, on God, foreign whips in the lot (Ah)
Yeah, I'm stuffin' my pocket with all of them knots (Knots)
I don't give a fuck about your thot (Thot)
I'm beatin' her box, she suckin' my cock (Yeah)

I got me some paper, them niggas got hot
I got me a mop, I don't give a fuck, you niggas get dropped
Six feet, nigga, right in the street
I'll leave 'em right in a motherfuckin' creek (Creek)
I put my life on a motherfuckin' beat (Beat)
Got this shit out the mud, shit out the street (Street)
She wanna fuck, tug on my meat
She wanna love, bitch, I'm a freak

[LAZER DIM 700:]
It ain't no love when you deep in these streets
Send out a drop, we gon' push up, we deep
And I keep splurgin' my racks on this weed
Hollow tips in the Glock, shit got disease
Step on these niggas neck, we don't let 'em breathe
Pull out that scram, gotta spread out my drip
I took a Uber there, left in a Lyft
Glock 19 with a scope, no Smith
Come to that block, you gon' see me on Fifth
Pull up with a stick and give you a gift
Fucked up in the whip, I drift
Everybody trap out the store, we got zips
Everybody got us a fire, we got clips
Come down the wrong block, whip get flipped

[Trippie Redd {VonOff1700}:]
Pullin' down your block, they call me murder-murder man (Bah)
I might send a couple shots, you know it's murder, murder, man (Ah)
I'm the three-phone shawty, I got burners, burners, man (Phew)
Niggas really don't want beef like I'm the fuckin' burger man (Ah)
Talkin' gangster shit, but you would never hurt a man (Haha)
You's a bitch, on God, foreign whips in the lot (Ah)
Yeah, I'm stuffin' my pocket with all of them knots {Come on, turnt up, not burnt up, nigga, diss on the gang, can get your dumb ass sent up} (knots)
I don't give a fuck about your thot {Dumb-ass boy, thot}
I'm beatin' her box, she suckin' my cock {You know that, come on, yeah}

[VonOff1700:]
You know that
First nigga tweak gon' leave in a box (Dumb-ass)
You don't wanna work no job, the last nigga died tryna punch him a clock (Dumb-ass)
Niggas be dumb, what the fuck? They think I'ma fight? I'll fuck 'round, shoot at the rocks (You know that)
Before all this rap, I was probably stealin' a car or bendin' a fuck nigga block
If I get a lo' on an opp and don't got no shoes, I'ma bounce out the V in some Crocs (Come here)
We got a pic of the lil' nigga dead (His dead ass), look at his feet, he was knocked out his socks (Damn)
Catch him at a Walmart, chase him all through the lot (Come here, come here)
I let off three shots and three niggas got popped (You know that)
Bitch, I'm a menace, I can't be stopped
That nigga got hit with a switch and a chop (Bah)

[Trippie Redd {VonOff1700}:]
Pullin' down your block, they call me murder-murder man (Bah)
I might send a couple shots, you know it's murder, murder, man (Ah)
I'm the three-phone shawty, I got burners, burners, man (Phew)
Niggas really don't want beef like I'm the fuckin' burger man (Ah)
Talkin' gangster shit, but you would never hurt a man
You's a bitch, on God, foreign whips in the lot (Ah)
Yeah, I'm stuffin' my pocket with all of them knots (Knots)
I don't give a fuck about your thot {Ah} (thot)
I'm beatin' her box, she suckin' my cock (Yeah)

[VonOff1700:]
You not my dad, you always wanna hear somethin'
You ugly fuckin' doodoo head, fuckin', hahaha