Get to roll no
Ayy, I'm in the studio, bro
Oh, nah, yeah, call me, ball me
Yeah, I'll
Bet
Yeah, I'm at the studio, hold up though
I ain't get to roll no weed
I ain't get to roll no Swishers
I was locked up on Christmas
Ain't get to see my niggas
Ain't get to hug my mama
Couldn't even give her no kisses
Can't even post on my Instagram
'Cause these pussy niggas be snitchin'
Everybody actin' suspicious
Might probably say that I'm trippin'
When I'm all alone in my jail cell
I tend to get in my feelings
And all I smoke is that loud
Don't pass me no midget
And I'ma smoke all of my pain away
'Cause that's the only thing that gon' heal it
I don't understand these women
Who go around pretendin'
As if they really fuck with me
So I love 'em all from a distance
'Cause the same bitch say she down to ride
Be the main one who trickin'
Got Molly mixed with promethazine 'cause every time
I wake up in the morning, I got murder on my mind
AK-47's, MAC-11, Glocks, and nines
And all these pussy niggas hatin', tryna knock me off my grind
But I can't let 'em do it, I got murder on my mind
Bitch, I got murder on my mind (bitch, I got murder on my mind)
I got murder on my mind (on my mind)
I got murder on my mind (I got murder on my mind)
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind
Yellow tape around his body
It's a fuckin' homicide
His face is on a T-shirt and his family traumatized
I didn't even mean to shoot him
He just caught me by surprise
I reloaded my pistol, cocked it back and shot him twice
His body dropped down to the floor
And he got teardrops in his eyes
He grabbed me by my hands and said he was afraid to die
I told him: It's too late, my friend
It's time to say goodbye
And he died inside my arms
Blood all on my shirt
Wake up in the morning, I got murder on my mind
AK-47's, MAC-11, Glocks, and nines
And all these pussy niggas hatin', tryna knock me off my grind
But I can't let 'em do it, I got murder on my mind
Bitch, I got murder on my mind (bitch, I got murder on my mind)
I got murder on my mind (on my mind)
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind (I got murder on my mind)
Bite like tarantula, bitch, I'm an animal
Melly's a savage, no, he not no amateur
Bad bitch named Angela, fucked her on camera
Bitch, I'm a murderer (yeah, yeah)
I might just kill the boy, don't wanna kill the boy
Bake him up, say he want beef, we gon' grill the boy
(Grill the boy) I'm bleeding so good
(We gonna grill the boy) I might dip his ass in it and spill the boy
Haha, murder on my mind, whoa, whoa
I got murder on my mind (on my mind)
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind, huh
Wake up in the morning, I got murder on my mind
AK-47's, MAC-11, Glocks, and nines
And all these pussy niggas hatin', tryna knock me off my grind
But I can't let 'em do it, I got murder on my mind
Bitch, I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind (murder on my mind)
Whoa, oh
Young Nigga World, bitch (whoa, oh)
