Trippie Redd – Murderman (Official Lyric Video)
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Lyrics:
Pulling down your block they call me murder murder man
I might send a couple shots you know it’s murder murder man I’m the three phone shawty I got burners burners man N***as really don’t want beef like I’m the fucking burger man Talking gangsta shit but you ain’t never heard of man You’s a bitch on God, foreign whips in the lot
Yeah, I’m stuffing my pocket with all of them knots
I don’t give a fuck about your thot
I’m beating her box, she sucking my cock
I got her some paper then n****s got hot
I got me a mop, I don’t give a fuck, they n****s get dropped 6 feet n****, right in the street
I’ll leave him right in the motherfucking creep
I put my life on the motherfucking beat
Got the shit out the mud, shit out the street
She wanna fuck, tug on my meat
She wanna love, bitch I’m a freak
It ain’t no love when you deep in these streets
Send through that drop out we gon push out we deep
And I keep splurging my racks on the weed
Hollow tips and the glock shit got disease
Step on these n****s neck won’t let em breathe
Pull out that scram got a spreading 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, give you a gift
Fucked up, in the whip i drift
Everybody trap out the store we got zips
Everybody got us a file we got clips
Come down the wrong block, whip get flipped
Pulling down your block they call me murder murder man
I might send a couple shots you know it’s murder murder man
I’m the three phone shawty I got burners burners man
N***as really don’t want beef like I’m the fucking burger man
Talking gangsta shit but you ain’t never heard of man
You’s a bitch on God, foreign whips in the lot Yeah, I’m stuffing my pocket with all of them knots I don’t give a fuck about your thot
I’m beating her box, she sucking my cock
You know that, first n***a tweak gon leave in a box
You don’t wanna work no job, the last n***a died tryna punch out the clock
N****s be dumb as fuck they think imma fight i’ll fuck around shoot at the rock Before all this rap, I prolly stealing a car, or bending a fuck n**** block
If I get a lo on the opp and don’t got no shoes ima bounce out the vans with crocs We gotta pick up a lil n***a dead, look at his feet he was knocked out of socks Catch him at Walmart chase him all through the lot, I left out three shots, three n****s got popped
Bitch I’m a menace I can’t be stopped, That n***a got hit with a switch and a chop
Pulling down your block they call me murder murder man
I might send a couple shots you know it’s murder murder man I’m the three phone shawty I got burners burners man N***as really don’t want beef like I’m the fucking burger man Talking gangsta shit but you ain’t never heard of man You’s a bitch on God, foreign whips in the lot
Yeah, I’m stuffing my pocket with all of them knots
I don’t give a fuck about your thot
I’m beating her box, she sucking my cock
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