[Intro]
– Man, don't you know this is a dead body?
– Yeah, motherfucker, I know that shit, he ain't bothering you, so don't fuck with him
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Slatt, slime
R.I.P. Fredo Santana
Fly high
Turn up, slimeball
[Chorus]
Murder rate (Woo, woo, woo)
Young nigga up that murder rate (Murder, murder, murder)
Yeah, yeah, up the murder rate (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
Young nigga up the murder rate (Brrt, brrt)
Keed talk to 'em, yeah
Glock on me, boy, don't tweak (That Glock)
That Glock on me, boy, don't tweak (That Glock)
Zack Slime with me, boy, don't tweak (Slatt, slatt)
Them bats on me, lil' boy, don't tweak (Don't tweak)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo), yeah, yeah
Up the murder rate
Murder, murder, murder (Turn up, slimeball), yeah
[Verse 1]
Lil' boy, don't tweak, that Glock on me (Brrt, brrt)
Talm' 'bout Slime, you know they eat (Slatt)
Just know they slide, you know they creep (Slatt)
We never hide, we right on Bleveland (Uh-uh)
Yeah, we right on Bleveland (Bleveland)
Shoot it for no reason (Brrt, brrt)
Yeah, shoot it for no reason (Brrt, brrt)
Dick on the Glock, we squeezin' (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I stay on they mind, so they drop a dime (Dime)
We hit up they spine, we get 'em in line, yeah (Pussy)
We get them in line, you know I ain't lying (Pussy)
Yeah, we up the murder rate (Murder rate)
Not worried 'bout no murder case (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
Catch a nigga walkin' late night and blow his face away (Damn, damn)
That Draco get to poppin', left a nigga in a bloody lake (That Draco)
Draco get to poppin', move his trap into another place (That Draco)
Another place, young nigga take your life away (Life away)
Your life away (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Up the murder rate (Woo, woo, woo)
Young nigga up that murder rate (Murder, murder, murder)
Yeah, yeah, up the murder rate (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
Young nigga up the murder rate (Brrt, brrt)
Keed talk to 'em, yeah
Glock on me, boy, don't tweak (That Glock)
That Glock on me, boy, don't tweak (That Glock)
Zack Slime with me, boy, don't tweak (Slatt, slatt)
Them bats on me, lil' boy, don't tweak (Don't tweak)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo), yeah, yeah
Up the murder rate
Murder, murder, murder (Turn up, slimeball), yeah
[Verse 2]
Lil' boy, don't move, it's a stick up (Stick up)
Lil' boy, don't move or get hit up (Hit up)
Them shooters gon' shoot like a free throw (Brrt)
Them shooters gon' hit at your people (Brrt, brrt)
I don't fuck around with them lame hoes (Uh-uh)
I don't fuck around with them lame folks (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
I heard you the nigga that blame folks (What?)
I heard you the nigga that blame folks
Yeah, yeah, stick, stick (Stick)
Window poppin' for them bricks (Yeah)
Got him caught up 'cause his bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Now he layin' in a ditch (Damn, damn)
Yeah, you know how we play (Play)
Glock on my waist, you know we get paid (Slime)
Give a fuck 'bout no ho, you know I don't chase (Uh-uh)
Just watch what you say, them snakes in the place (Watch what you say)
Got them snakes in the place (Place)
Give 'em free smoke, ain't talkin' no vape (Woo)
We pull your card, you crack like a vase (Woo, woo)
Boy, you a ho, see it all in your face (Face)
Think you can hide, but boy, you ain't safe (Uh-uh)
You think you can hide, but, boy, you ain't safe (You ain't safe)
Slatt (Know the snake, nigga)
[Chorus]
Up the murder rate (Woo, woo, woo)
Young nigga up that murder rate (Murder, murder, murder)
Yeah, yeah, up the murder rate (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
Young nigga up the murder rate (Brrt, brrt)
Keed talk to 'em, yeah
Glock on me, boy, don't tweak (That Glock)
That Glock on me, boy, don't tweak (That Glock)
Zack Slime with me, boy, don't tweak (Slatt, slatt)
Them bats on me, lil' boy, don't tweak (Don't tweak)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo), yeah, yeah
Up the murder rate
Murder, murder, murder (Yeah, yeah)
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