Lil Kapow – MURDER SONG lyrics

Lil Kapow
MURDER SONG lyrics

Lil Kapow – MURDER SONG lyrics
[Intro]
No insurance, crashed the whip, yeah, yeah
No insurance, crashed the whip
Ayy, ayy (AV got that drip, ho)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
[Verse]
No insurance, crashed the whip
Go to court, push it back, fu*k yes
My lawyer paid, we all rich (Yeah, yeah)
Talk sh*t, get folded like a crunch wrap (Yeah, ayy)
Okay, ooh, I’m in her ear like Mike Tyson
Try this, I got drugs in my sinus
I only want a b*tch that gon’ do it the way I like it
I’m all about the Benjamin’s, baby, I feel like Mike Epps
He can’t flex, I shot him right in the bicep
My new crib better look just like the Teen Titans
Goddammit, I’m high, I need to look at a flight plan
120 on the dashboard and pussy all in my right hand
Murder, murder, murder, gang, gang, that’s my sh*t, bro
I just shot out all his windows, [?] coat
I’m outside like I’m campin’, where’d my tent go? b*tch, I got a [?] county prison
Okay, fu*k it, guess he’s goin’ to camp Jesus
In a KFC box, they found him in five pieces
Can’t understand the b*tch I’m fu*kin’, she Puerto Rican
fu*k the b*tch on the rug, I’m not fu*kin’ her on my sheets
Fifty rounds in the clip, that’s fifty reasons to squeeze it
Chopsticks on me, like I’m eatin’ some Japanese sh*t
If I’m him, how in the fu*k could you ever be him? You can call me James, I stay in a giant peach
I took two Xanax on a trampoline, now I’m [?]
I can pull up on you like I’m Sonic, super fast
[?] in a Tesla, I’m whippin’ like Ricky Bobby
And I got more stripes then a ni**a that’s going golfing
Look, I-I-I-I, I hope you die tonight, wishful thinking
Walk in your crib and do some spring cleaning
He might think it’s a joke ’til the Glock hits his teeth
Hit him with a canon, knock him right out his jeans (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
b*tch, I’m higher than my odds of going to prison, I’m with it
I fu*k with stripper b*tches, I don’t tip ’em (Uh-uh)
Strong guy with a phone book how I wipe sh*t
No BMX, Glock make a ni**a do jumps
His b*tch spin back ’cause she got a part in the matrix
Added a couple Glocks, I hit copy and paste
Somebody come help him, he’s bleeding out on the pavement
It’s like I gave birth to a choppa how I raised it, gang
[Outro]
(Perfect)
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