Murderman

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]

Pullin' down your block, they call me murder-murder man (Bah)

I might send a couple shots, you know it's murder, murder, man (Ah)

I'm the three-phone shawty, I got burners, burners, man (Phew)

Niggas really don't want beef like I'm the fuckin' burger man (Ah)

Talkin' gangster shit, but you would never hurt a man

You's a bitch, on God, foreign whips in the lot (Ah)

Yeah, I'm stuffin' my pocket with all of them knots (Knots)

I don't give a fuck about your thot (Thot)

I'm beatin' her box, she suckin' my cock (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]

I got me some paper, them niggas got hot

I got me a mop, I don't give a fuck, you niggas get dropped

Six feet, nigga, right in the street

I'll leave 'em right in a motherfuckin' creek (Creek)

I put my life on a motherfuckin' beat (Beat)

Got this shit out the mud, shit out the street (Street)

She wanna fuck, tug on my meat

She wanna love, bitch, I'm a freak

[Verse 2: LAZER DIM 700]

It ain't no love when you deep in these streets

Send out a drop, we gon' push up, we deep

And I keep splurgin' my racks on this weed

Hollow tips in the Glock, shit got disease

Step on these niggas neck, we don't let 'em breathe

Pull out that scram, gotta spread out my drip

I took a Uber there, left in a Lyft

Glock 19 with a scope, no Smith

Come to that block, you gon' see me on Fifth

Pull up with a stick and give you a gift

Fucked up in the whip, I drift

Everybody trap out the store, we got zips

Everybody got us a fire, we got clips

Come down the wrong block, whip get flipped

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & VonOff1700]

Pullin' down your block, they call me murder-murder man (Bah)

I might send a couple shots, you know it's murder, murder, man (Ah)

I'm the three-phone shawty, I got burners, burners, man (Phew)

Niggas really don't want beef like I'm the fuckin' burger man (Ah)

Talkin' gangster shit, but you would never hurt a man (Haha)

You's a bitch, on God, foreign whips in the lot (Ah)

Yeah, I'm stuffin' my pocket with all of them knots (Come on, turnt up, not burnt up, nigga, diss on the gang, can get your dumb ass sent up, knots)

I don't give a fuck about your thot (Dumbass boy, thot)

I'm beatin' her box, she suckin' my cock (You know that, come on, yeah)

[Verse 3: VonOff1700]

You know that

First nigga tweak gon' leave in a box (Dumbass)

You don't wanna work no job, the last nigga died tryna punch him a clock (Dumbass)

Niggas be dumb, what the fuck? They think I'ma fight? I'll fuck 'round, shoot at the rocks (You know that)

Before all this rap, I was probably stealin' a car or bendin' a fuck nigga block

If I get a lo' on an opp and don't got no shoes, I'ma bounce out the V in some Crocs (Come here)

We got a pic of the lil' nigga dead (His dead ass), look at his feet, he was knocked out his socks (Damn)

Catch him at a Walmart, chase him all through the lot (Come here, come here)

I let off three shots and three niggas got popped (You know that)

Bitch, I'm a menace, I can't be stopped

That nigga got hit with a switch and a chop (Bah)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & VonOff1700]

Pullin' down your block, they call me murder-murder man (Bah)

I might send a couple shots, you know it's murder, murder, man (Ah)

I'm the three-phone shawty, I got burners, burners, man (Phew)

Niggas really don't want beef like I'm the fuckin' burger man (Ah)

Talkin' gangster shit, but you would never hurt a man

You's a bitch, on God, foreign whips in the lot (Ah)

Yeah, I'm stuffin' my pocket with all of them knots (Knots)

I don't give a fuck about your thot (Ah, thot)

I'm beatin' her box, she suckin' my cock (Yeah)

[Outro: VonOff1700]

You not my dad, you always wanna hear somethin'

You ugly fuckin' doodoo head, fuckin', hahaha