Murder Rate

Glock .45, itâll make your dreads shake
Buy a couple guns, letâs up the murder rate
Girl, bend over, put the dick in your face
If you donât twerk, we gonâ up the murder rate
Do a drive by with the guns in the car
Shoot up them suckers, yeah, they brains on the floor
Still go dumb with the gun in my pants
Break one condition, if you donât dance
If you in the club or if you at a party
Pull the guns out, letâs get it started
Who gonâ get shot? Who gonâ get shot?
Who gonâ get left with they brains on top?
We never tell, we donât call the cops
Snitches get stitches thatâs off top
(Yes)

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Come here, girl, let me whisper in your ear
Bitch, I got this gun and you might get killed
Take your clothes off, take your clothes off
Yeah, I got a gun, you gonâ take a loss
Bulletproof vest, riding around Oakland
With the guns in the back, doing a high-speed
Then pullover, if you get scared, donât come into the party
Still in the club with the guns and the money
Throwing out hundreds so strippers like this
If she donât dance, Iâmma shoot that bitch
Shout out to the army, bustinâ niggas heads
U.S Navy with the infrared
Iâmma still bring my gun to the club
Iâmma still party every night with the thugs
Fuck rapping, Iâmma get it trapping

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