Anti Da Menace - Murder Bitch
G, I think we got oneBaow, murder baby, I'm sayin', my murder bitch
Be my murder bitch, haha
I said-
Told lil' baby be my-
Look
Baby, be my murder bitch
Show me that you lay down in that cut and let that .30 hit
I been rappin' in my sleep, I think that I'm too built for this
I don't think they told you, but these fuck niggas get killed for diss
You caught that body and got in that room and fold up like some pretzel sticks
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, I feel like Nardo Wick
Spinnin' back to back, I don't give a fuck, they should've never started shit
Smoke pole, make your baby mama eat the dick you know her throat sold
All these niggas trailin' on the gang, they gon' get slumped over
Ridin' the beat like rollercoaster
See me in a Walmart, you know I got that thirty pokin'
Treat his head like a bag of snacks, I'ma leave it open
Ruthless boy, I don't give a fuck about them IG posts
Fatalities, make that lil' ho eat the dick, that lil' bitch tryna marry me
I heard I'm the biggest opp, tell them pussies bury me
Bitch, I'm with Lil Biggie, we leave his head swole like a fuckin' piggy
How I'm worth some Ms when I was just down bad with a fuckin' penny?
Oh, you with my bitch again? I swear I'ma send that blitz again
Niggas know 'bout Anti know that 5 be my favorite gen'
Brrah, brrah, I'ma have lil' brodie dem just rock out like some rock stars
Trackhawk with a kick, I'ma snatch off on a cop car
That boy say he want smoke with me, I'ma gon' and hit up Baby Nard
We can't get that pussy nigga, I'm in his old lady yard
Screamin', "Fuck the other side"
Told y'all he ain't a real stepper, that's how that boy lil' brother died
He copped out, if we go to a show, we finna bring like every Glock out
Get his baby and put that boy in a oven like a pot pie
You got all my drops, pussy boy, why you ain't pop out?
Leave the hill wet, yeah, you know we brung them mops out
Think I'm from New Orleans, I get shit boilin' like a bowl of noodles
Black truck with them tints and that stick, that's my favorite Uber
High speed, bitch, I'm with Big Ant, we in that cat, how y'all gon stop me?
Hit her from the back, pussy wetter than some mac and cheese
Please give me that MAC-11
I keep tellin' these pussy niggas, I don't think I'm goin' to Heaven
I went on a drill with my Timbs and I left blood on 'em
Bury your big homie, yeah, it's time to throw some mud on him
In the ground, suppressor on my Glock no it won't make a sound
Move around, I'ma spin this bitch 'til y'all go out of town
Miami trips, yeah, we havin' .40s with the thirty clips
Let it rip, treat him like a Beyblade, I'ma get him slipped
Y'all bitch-ass niggas get down
Yeah
Brrah, brrah, brrah
Bitch boy, yeah I'm rich as hell, you can tell by my new fit, boy
Yeah, you fucked that bitch, but she still gon' eat my dick, boy
If I shed a tear, tell the bro to shoot me in the head
I'm somethin' like a deer, get to rammin' shit like fuckin' spaz
Y'all ain't spinnin' shit, need to get back for that other hit
Treat 'em like some grits, get the pot and get to stirrin' shit
You ridin' with lil' Anti so you better have your .30, bitch
Leavin' shit on stand by, swear to God that I don't care 'bout shit
You done put my name in a song, now let's get it on
.45 with the grip, I let it rip, that's my favorite chrome
How I'm just seventeen, but I got Ms, finna let 'em see 'em
Oh, he havin' smoke with the label? I wouldn't wanna be him
Time to the tracker on his car and meet his baby mama
I smoke all the opps in the city, call me Baby Stoner
We brung us a bag to the 'yo, it time to roll it up
If a nigga still stealin' cars, he can't fuck with us
Man, that shit played out, I had your bitch laid out
Tell 'em free Lil' P, I think he got like thirty days now
She said, "Boy you tweakin'," bitch, I'm geekin' off this Adderall
I might shoot the deacon, I don't give a fuck about prayin' to God
This shit off my head, I think Anti is a fuckin' sped
Roll them niggas up, all the opps, yeah they fuckin' dead (smack-smack)
Nigga play with me, I swear to God I get 'em peeled back
Bags in the loft, you can call this bitch the Rib Shack
Come and get your pound from me
I ain't never spinnin' blocks again, I'm tryna get on feet
Bet' not be a set up, this on gang, everything get wet up
Switch on every Glock, plus they hold a fifty, don't get popped
Mama told me since I was a jit, I was poppin' tops
Bitch, I got a thirty and a switch on this exotic Glock
Yeah, I'm with Young Menace, pull a nigga teeth like fuckin' dentist
Lil' bitch say she pregnant, bitch, I hit you with a fuckin' jimmy
They say, "Anti, chill, you lit for real," but I'm a blood man
I was at the bottom, bitch, I got it out the mud, man
Opps been cliquin' up, man, I heard y'all boys done locked in
Studio all night, yeah, the whole gang, we clocked in
Spin, boy, you know who you is, you bet' not get back in that Benz, boy
Fucked your bitch just like a opp, I told her I ain't your friend, whore
Yeah, we ridin' 'Ventador, yeah, I got that semi tucked
Yeah, I'm rich as hell, I'll spin 'em in a Bentley truck
Ayy, 2, please pass me the Glock, I swear to God, these niggas hate you
Nigga play with me, I'ma pull 'em like a fake tooth
Step-step, put 'em on a counter, chop 'em up, bitch, I'ma fuckin' chef
Yeah, the streets just like a game, you know I'ma whack the ref
Niggas think lil' Anti lame, swear to God they gon' meet they death
See you out and pull it, swear to God that I'ma fuckin' shoot
Nigga, you pussy as hell, nigga, who the fuck is you? Bitch
Written by:
Linderius Johnson
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