Murder

[Chorus: Huncho Kae & Skooly]

If my niggas not the next to blow

Then my niggas, we the next [?]

Murder she wrote

And they say money is what move the gloab

And for that money, yeah, it's murder she wrote

Murder she wrote

And if this money make the world go round

Then this flavor make your girl go down

Murder she wrote

Ain’t nothing but bosses in my circle

Hustlers, ballers, and niggas [?]

Murder she wrote

Get your bitch, for her pussy get murdered

Look at my clique, we be killing shit, murder

Get your bitch, for her pussy get murdered

Look at my clique, we be killing shit, murder

[Verse 1: Huncho Kae]

I'm like fuck it, roll another one

Yeah, my clique is next to blow

Girls like to smoke and drink, [?] like Texico

If your man ain't treating you right, I’ll treat you right, take you to Mexico

If that bitch ain't acting right, you know Kae don't play [?]

They say money make the world go round

And I got the money to make it do it

They say [?] make your girl go down

Come on, girl, get straight to it

She say she got all the [?], hella ay, all the J's [?] it

I ain't [?] 'cause she knew [?] she gon' do it

Just some young niggas, [?] bags like they beans

Young niggas who on go, like the light green

And I'm gon’ ball out [?] fucking team

It’s caution tape around the booth, 'cause it’s a murder scene

[Chorus: Huncho Kae & Skooly]

If my niggas not the next to blow

Then my niggas, we the next [?]

Murder she wrote

And they say money is what move the gloab

And for that money, yeah, it's murder she wrote

Murder she wrote

And if this money make the world go round

Then this flavor make your girl go down

Murder she wrote

Ain't nothing but bosses in my circle

Hustlers, ballers, and niggas [?]

Murder she wrote

Get your bitch, for her pussy get murdered

Look at my clique, we be killing shit, murder

Get your bitch, for her pussy get murdered

Look at my clique, we be killing shit, murder

[Verse 2: Skooly]

Top of the morning

I hop out the Porshe, it's probably a warning

The money important, the passinger side, my bitches are foreign

A blue rastifarian, I’m singing like Marvin

Get all of my dawgs and partners, they thinking 'bout barking and robbing

The Benz, a hell of a feeling

Ferenzics say that I killed him

Excuse me, Calumbia Records, you got a murderer all in your building

I got that work, I got that work

Might give you that work, might murk you a verse

Nd knock you a hook out the [?]

[?]

Don't let your bitch get the business

Oh he mad, he think that I smashed

He all in his feelings

I probably did it

Don't talk to me 'bout no ceilings

Ain't got no roof on my building

I'm running my city, I'm feeling like Diddy

The young nigga did it

[Chorus: Huncho Kae & Skooly]

If my niggas not the next to blow

Then my niggas, we the next [?]

Murder she wrote

And they say money is what move the gloab

And for that money, yeah, it's murder she wrote

Murder she wrote

And if this money make the world go round

Then this flavor make your girl go down

Murder she wrote

Ain't nothing but bosses in my circle

Hustlers, ballers, and niggas [?]

Murder she wrote

Get your bitch, for her pussy get murdered

Look at my clique, we be killing shit, murder

Get your bitch, for her pussy get murdered

Look at my clique, we be killing shit, murder