King Roscoe – Murder Sh*t
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Murder Sh*t

Feat. 21 Savage

IntroKing Roscoe

Metro!
Boomin! Hahaha
No, Nah
Shoutout to my nigga 21
Slaughter gang
Shit!
Boaw, grrrt, yeah
Hahaha
Let's do this

ChorusKing Roscoe & 21 Savage

Walk in the mall, got ten on me, got that recipe
I ain't feelin', yo energy, that is on me
Pull up with a .20, we work the fens
All these diamonds they on me, yeah the on me
Murder Gang Shit, Slaughter Gang Shit
Murder Gang Shit, Slaughter Gang Shit

Verse 1King Roscoe

Who are you to talk to me like I be new to town? Lose the frown
Turn it upside down
Give a fuck, Lie down? Never
Not ya dog, on an off
I stay hot, Lava in the sauna causin drama while the days clock stays tickin, game switchin up
Cooking up
In a benz truck
We don't give a fuck
I'm donald, you a duck
All my nigga trust
No, no, lust
I can't think, anymore
Big drip, fallin' on the floor
I can, change my fucking flow
These niggas, think they cool
But I, be in different women
I can't, never ever switch yeah
Niggas, don't talk to nigga
Triggers, Triggers, Got big triggers
Nah nigga, we winners
I can't, drink swishers
Hooters, eat different booties
Different, cuties
Like me, I don't know [Know], If your in this
But, I don't give a fuck
Flow, Switched up
Yeah, flow switched up

ChorusKing Roscoe & 21 Savage

Walk in the mall, got ten on me, got that recipe
I ain't feelin', yo energy, that is on me
Pull up with a .20, we work the fens
All these diamonds they on me, yeah the on me
Murder Gang Shit, Slaughter Gang Shit
Murder Gang Shit, Slaughter Gang Shit

Verse 221 Savage

I just hopped on a jet, shorty just gave me some neck
I like to call, so please bitch don't send me a text
I'mma fix the nigga up, like I'ma vet
I don't get offended, not yet
Migo', Offset
I be in your bitch
I'm up in my coupe
We about to put fire on the roof
Got that Loui
I am an armyboy, I am a troop
Tyler Herro
I'mma shoot
Cowboy
We kickin' you with my boots
All of my niggas they bout' it
We in the hotel, In the lobby
Chance the Rapper, No Problem
Shorty too childish
And I

ChorusKing Roscoe & 21 Savage

Walk in the mall, got ten on me, got that recipe
I ain't feelin', yo energy, that is on me
Pull up with a .20, we work the fens
All these diamonds they on me, yeah the on me
Murder Gang Shit, Slaughter Gang Shit
Murder Gang Shit, Slaughter Gang Shit

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