Finatic - Murder Spree

Gang, Aye Gang
Blttt, Bow
Bow-Bow, Gang Gang
Gang, Gang
Gang, Finatic
Im So Slimee, Gang
Gang Gang, Gang
Gang Gang Gang
On Bro
Fuck a JOB
Bitch, I work for me
Pop out in all black
For that breesh, that's a burglary
That lil' nigga hilarious
He said, he "bout to murder me"
Them Bluetips, gon' make a Redrum
That's a Murder spree
Like, Why you wanna be a dummy?
Ya bitch bounce up and down
On the dick, like a bunny
She sayin "it hurt"
Cuz' its in her tummy
Now, she on dick cuz' I got money
Kept jokin' around, now his body look funny
Put holes in his Yeezy, now his ass lookin' bummy
Tryna' be what knot, now his head lookin' bumpy
Tryna' be what he not, now his head lookin' like
Bullets goin' overhead
Bitch, that's some headphones
Run down, hit his body
That's a charge, fuck a dead phone
Not usin' ya brain?
Lil' bro, you better head home
Lil' bro kept runnin' his mouth
Then, we caught him and he ran home
Light a dead nigga up, with this fuckin' bic
I said, "I'ma lighter dead nigga up, with this fuckin' bic"
Aimin' at ya roots
When I'm totin', on the fuckin' stick
Makin' shit bald
When it cut, leave it fuckin' split
Bullets make a sticky situation, now his ass stuck
You don't fuck with 5iveten?
Suck my dick, I don't give a fuck
Hop out, make a nigga drop his gun
He gon' give it up
Blowin' thru the coat
End the party, they gon' zip him up
I'm losin' my top, like a motherfuckin' sprite
These shits comin' sharp, the fuck is a knife?
This long as shotty, shit look like a pipe
He jump in that water, he dyin' tonight
And the chopper to long, I'ma lower his height
I'm flippin' the switch
Then, I shoot it, he gon' see the light
I'ma loosen him up, bitch, don't get me tight
Bitch, don't get me tight
Gang

Written by:
Abdullah Bey

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