Lil Darius and Anti Da Menace - Murder 2.0
(Kutta, cut that shit up, man)
Blaow
My side done tapped so many heads, you would think we did hair (did hair)
They slide once, we slide five, we don't play it fair (blaow, blaow)
And when they seein' Lil' Darius, fuck it, we take it there (take it there)
You might not make it in rappin', fuck it, I'll hit the trap (hit the trap)
Like ya ate some nasty food, I'll make that chopper spit (spit)
My whole side throwin' up that gang, you would think my partners sick (sick)
I see 12, start goin' bananas, think I gotta split (brrt)
.223, 5.56, Lil' Anti put 'em on they shit (they shit, twin, blaow)
I don't shoot at houses, walk down, face 'em, I'm gon' hit my mans (hit my-)
I don't even smoke, but I think dead opps is my favorite strand
Brother got a forty, I got a nine, but I don't hit nothin' but tens (brrt)
I'm like Beyblades and DJs and ceilin' fans, all I know is spin
Hurricane they block, they say they sharks, so we gon' drown the opps (wet)
He thought he was 'bout to fuck, she set him up, I took off his top
Like balloons, it's up, it's stuck, when we get started, we don't never stop
Horny ass thought he was finna get some pussy, that boy done sent the drop (blaow, blaow)
Damn, twin, why the fuck you send the drop with your dumb ass?
Blaow, we done caught his ass, it ain't no comin' back (comin' back)
Half and half, whatever them boys got, we can go back to back (back to back)
I'm busy throwin' bullets, man, them pussies can't even leave a scratch (blaow)
My side done tapped so many heads, you would think we did hair (did hair)
They slide once, we slide five, we don't play it fair (blaow, blaow)
And when they seein' Lil' Darius, fuck it, we take it there (take it there)
You might not make it in rappin', fuck it, I'll hit the trap (hit the trap)
Like ya ate some nasty food, I'll make that chopper spit (spit)
My whole side throwin' up that gang, you would think my partners sick (sick)
I see 12, start goin' bananas, think I gotta split (brrt)
.223, 5.56, Lil' Anti put 'em on they shit (they shit, twin)
Facts, they know not to play, I be quick to spray my Drac'
Play with gang, we split your face, this shit get wicked in the A
This the west, wear your vest
If you got some opps around, then grab your Glock, make sure they stretch
If they movin' out of town, then buy a box and handle that
Say, gang, what the fuck these niggas thought?
I swear all my shit be bought, a thousand pounds sittin' in the loft
Before I signed the deal, this shit was up, that run was good enough
I can go up with five hundred cash, I'll push it, call my bluff
He don't play me, that lil' boy gon' have to spray me
My lil' dog be trippin', have him bite your ass and give you rabies
Whip out blick like Papa Doc
APD can't stop this car
GSP can't stop it either
I get mad and blow my heater (blaow)
My side done tapped so many heads, you would think we did hair (did hair)
They slide once, we slide five, we don't play it fair (blaow, blaow)
And when they seein' Lil' Darius, fuck it, we take it there (take it there)
You might not make it in rappin', fuck it, I'll hit the trap (hit the trap)
Like ya ate some nasty food, I'll make that chopper spit (spit)
My whole side throwin' up that gang, you would think my partners sick (sick)
I see 12, start goin' bananas, think I gotta split (brrt)
.223, 5.56, Lil' Anti put 'em on they shit (they shit, twin)
Written by:
Darius Thornton, Linderius Johnson, Zachary Mullett, David Morse, Kutta Beatz, Troy Mallard, John Sparkz
Publisher:
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Lyrics powered by Lyric Find