Matt Movin' - Red Rum

When it's war it's fuck 'em all it ain't no talking
Bitch I got that forty four bulldog barking
And I got a army in the middle of the projects
Every time it's dark gonna have cars round your apartment
Yeah 'cause when it's war ain't no more talking we gonna ride
I'm about to come and put that drama in your life
Ain't no pull up hop out spray I gotta see they eyes
Ain't no mask on face so it's gonna be a homicide
Die
On some strap up smash up and come pull up at your house shit
You gonna learn today bout all that running off at your mouth shit
My side don't play we on that fuck it bang it out shit
When I ride that K til it's stuck and that last shell on the ground shit
Murder
Who really down for bloody murder
Murder
Hop on out them bushes with that burner
Hurt ya'
Squeeze it til that mo'fucka lock
No need for sneaking off the block
They run up they getting shot
Bitch murder

Hear they talking bout war
Tell 'em slide with a torch
Bitch I'll google map your house
And knock you right off the porch
Rob your pizza man dress like him
Now disguised at your door
Its Trick or treat 'til I fire it
And see you dying on the floor
Give a fuck bout remorse
Bitch I want blood
Give the pussy bout 3 more
It ain't no love
I don't fear nothing breathing
I'ma mo'fuckin demon
OG warned me bout my eyes
You best not fuck wit blue demon
I bluck bluck bluck leave 'em bleeding
My stomach ain't nothing weakened
I'll cut a mo'fucka throat and watch 'em
While they leaving
I got problems wit sleeping
So I'm on percs and I'm geeking
My bitch told me I scare her
Bae just don't give me no reason
Lord keep me

When it's war it's fuck 'em all it ain't no talking
Bitch I got that forty four bulldog barking
And I got a army in the middle of the projects
Every time it's dark gonna have cars round your apartment
Yeah 'cause when it's war ain't no more talking we gonna ride
I'm about to come and put that drama in your life
Ain't no pull up hop out spray I gotta see they eyes
Ain't no mask on face so it's gonna be a homicide
Die
On some strap up smash up and come pull up at your house shit
You gonna learn today bout all that running off at your mouth shit
My side don't play we on that fuck it bang it out shit
When I ride that K til it's stuck and that last shell on the ground shit
Murder
Who really down for bloody murder
Murder
Hop on out them bushes with that burner
Hurt ya'
Squeeze it til that mo'fucka lock
No need for sneaking off the block
They run up they getting shot bitch
Murder
Who really down for bloody murder
Murder
Hop on out them bushes with that burner
Hurt ya'
Squeeze it til that mo'fucka lock
No need for sneaking off the block
They run up they getting shot bitch

On some strap up smash up and come pull up at your house shit
You gonna learn today bout all that running off at your mouth shit
My side don't play we on that fuck it bang it out shit
When I ride that K til it's stuck and that last shell on the ground shit
Murder
Murder

Written by:
Matthew Long

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