DoughboyQui - Frank W. Murphy

Yah
Wooooo
Uh huh
Let's get it
It's hard to show love
When niggas pay homage and hate
That's why I be with the robbers and snakes
I can peep a weak smile
Kilometers away
I'll blow all 32 teeth out of yo face
I kicked doors
And never took shit
Out of the safe
Cause it ain't about the cash
It's all about respect
Real niggas don't play around with lames on the net
Nah have that same energy dog
Don't be crying like no bitch when they finish you off
They hit my bro two times
He bled out on the floor
Last words out his mouth
You know how this shit go
That's why I ride with no feelings involved
Ain't gotta follow you home
I'm under yo porch
Gunning you out
I'll blow the steps off the front of yo house
We was mans when you was begging for grams
How you bite the hand that feeds you
Got me blowing up your phone
Like a bitch that needs you
Like I won't really leave you
Huh

Don't make me kill again
I been havin' feelings about killin friends
Better ask about my past
How I really give it up
Broad day without a mask
Shorty walked me for a bag
Probably bought some new tits
And a ass
Should of bought a body bag fuck it
How you frontin on a gunner
You buggin
You shoulda' bought a bulletproof frontal
I'll let the k cut right through her lace front
My pops walked me for plug money expect me not to say nothin
Fighting a gun charge
Couldn't post my bond
Callin everybody that owe
They won't accept my calls
I thought you was my dawg
Had you in my left breast
Got bitches showing me shit
You saying through a text
Niggas sending they shots
Mexicans sending threats
My family think I'm on drugs
What y'all gon come up with next
Dear Lord I can take care of the opposition
To keep it real
It was harder tryna fight depression
I'm just tryna stay outta them state boots
They cheated
I fought back blind like Frank Dux
My crimes they make news
Them guys they can't shoot
Stack the paper up
So much paper I'm gettin paper cuts
Use to shoot it out on ya block
I woke the neighbors up
Headshot I watched his brains diminish
He dropped his 40 like Caine in Menace
Play wit me nigga

Don't make me kill again
I been havin' feelings about killin friends
Better ask about my past
How I really give it up
Broad day without a mask
Shorty walked me for a bag
Probably bought some new tits
And a ass
Shoulda of bought a body bag fuck it
How you frontin on a gunner
You buggin
You should of bought a bulletproof frontal
I'll let the k cut right through her lace front

Written by:
Marquis Verse

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