Murder Rate
Murder Rate

Murder Rate Lyrics Meanings
by Blueface
ft. Polo G

Murder Rate Music Video

Murder Rate Lyrics

(Ayy, Manzo we got a hit, boy)
(Shout out my nigga Synco)
(Ooh, Big Head on the beat)

I done lost 8K at the telly, was gone off the Xannies, I took about three now
Out in Malibu cappin' off X and I crashed the i8, I just hope I don't relapse
That lil' nigga ain't livin' what he rap
When we pop out, bitch, you know that we strapped
Let off clips on your block, let the heat clap
Now go turn on the news for a recap
Ayy, damn, foenem got the jakes hot in the hood again
My lil' shawty done tied up his hood again
Let him pick out his pipe and he took a SIG
Say he want some new in his 'Wood again
Leave a nigga somewhere that he shouldn't have been
Told 'em go fuck with they block and spazz
I don't wanna hear what you could've did

Fifty (fifty) shots (graow)
Many men in a minivan (many men)
Blueface, baby (yeah, aight)
Polo, G-Wagon (2020)
Keep it on me in case Joe try to butt in (ha)
I hop out a luxury bussin' (bussin')
I get you hit from London (London)
For a hunnid they gon' shoot a hunnid
Ha-ha, he got chipped like a Funyion (ooh)
Now he dead and I'm dickin' his pumpkin (pumpkin)
Ayy, ooh, she blowin' dick like a trumpet (ooh)
Bitch, don't call me for nothin' (nothin')
I ain't comin' 'less I'm cummin' (bussin')
Drive the boat like a buggy (ha-ha)
I put dick in her stomach

Fuck a bitch in the back of the Hummer truck
Arched her back, now I'm fuckin' her stomach up
We gon' lose it if one of our brothers touch
So you don't want a problem with none of us
He gon' lay on the ground like, "Why me?"
'Cause this .40 gon' rock him like Kyrie
Paramedics, he hooked to a IV
All of my niggas cappin', so why tweet?

Ayy, fuck tweetin' a sub
I'd rather hop out with a sub (graow)
I'ma visit him up, put thirty and forty but he got hit with a dub (twenty)
I get him hit for a dub, I deal out the Chase and I wire the plug
Came in the truck but we bounce out the bus
Chase no hoe, I pull up to fuck (fuck)
Came in the clutch, so I got her a clutch (clutch)
I don't get searched when I walk in the club (yeah)
Pay 1K for a cut
She ain't got a butt so I bought her a butt
Public defender, had lunch with the judge (public)
The sentence is twenty, give my lawyer a dub
I'm on probation (so what?) Still keep the pump
Act up in this bitch, you get spilled like a cup (uh)

Writer(s): Johnathan Michael Porter, Taurus Tremani Bartlett
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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