Murderman Lyrics Trippie Redd, LAZER DIM 700 & VonOff1700
Pullin’ down your block, they call me ***-*** man (Bah)
I might send a couple shots, you know it’s ***, *** man (Ah)
I’m the three-phone shawty, I got burners, burners man (Phew)
Niggas really don’t want beef like I’m the ***’ burger man (Ah)
Talkin’ gangsta ***, but you would never hurt a man
You’s a ***, 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 *** about your *** (***)
I’m beatin’ her box, she suckin’ my *** (Yeah)
I got me some paper, them niggas got hot
I got me a mop, I don’t give a ***, you niggas get dropped
Six feet ***, right in the street
I leave ’em right in a mufuckin’ creek (Creek)
I put my life on a mufuckin’ beat (Beat)
Got this *** out the mud, *** out the street (Street)
She wanna ***, tug on my meat
She wanna love, ***, I’m a freak
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 ***
Hollow tips in the Glock, *** 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, give you a gift
*** 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
Pullin’ down your block, they call me ***-*** man (Bah)
I might send a couple shots, you know it’s ***, *** man (Ah)
I’m the three-phone shawty, I got burners, burners man (Phew)
Niggas really don’t want beef like I’m the ***’ burger man (Ah)
Talkin’ gangsta ***, but you would never hurt a man
You’s a ***, 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 *** about your *** (***)
I’m beatin’ her box, she suckin’ my *** (Yeah)
You know that
First *** tweak gon’ leave in a box (***)
You don’t wanna work no job
The last *** died tryna punch on the clock (Don’t wanna die, *** a ***)
Niggas be dumb as ***, they think I’ma fight
I’ll *** ’round, shoot at the rocks
Before all this rap, I probably stealin’ a car
Or bending a *** *** block
If I get a lo’ on the opp and don’t got no shoes
I’ma bounce out the V in some Crocs (Come here)
We gotta pick up a lil’ *** dead (Deadass)
Looked at his feet he was knocked out his socks (Damn)
Catch him at Walmart, chase him all through the lot (Come here, come here)
I let out three shots, three niggas got popped (You know that)
***, I’m a menace, I can’t be stopped
That *** got hit with a switch and a chop (Bah)
Pullin’ down your block, they call me ***-*** man (Bah)
I might send a couple shots, you know it’s ***, *** man (Ah)
I’m the three-phone shawty, I got burners, burners man (Phew)
Niggas really don’t want beef like I’m the ***’ burger man (Ah)
Talkin’ gangsta ***, but you would never hurt a man
You’s a *** 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 *** about your *** (***)
I’m beatin’ her box, she suckin’ my *** (Yeah)
Not my dad, you always wanna hear something
Ugly *** doodoo head
***’- hahaha