Get to roll no...
Ayy, I'm in the studio, bro
Oh, nah, yeah, call me, ball me
Yeah, I'll... bet
Get to roll no...
Ayy, I'm in the studio, bro
Oh, nah, yeah, call me, ball me
Yeah, I'll... bet
Yeah, I'm at the studio, hold up though
[Verse 1]
I ain't get to roll no weed, I ain't get to roll no Swishers
I was locked up on Christmas, ain't get to see my niggas
Ain't get to hug my mama, couldn't even give her no kisses
Can't even post on my Instagram 'cause these pussy niggas be snitching
Everybody acting suspicious, might probably say that I'm tripping
When I'm all alone in my jail cell, I tend to get in my feelings
And all I smoke is that loud, don't pass me no midget
And I'ma smoke all of my pain away 'cause that's the only thing that gon' heal it
I don't understand these women who go around pretending
As if they really fuck with me, so I love 'em all from a distance
Cause the same bitch say she down to ride be the main one who tricking
Got Molly mixed with promethazine 'cause every time
[Chorus]
I wake up in the morning, I got murder on my mind
AK-47's, MAC-11, Glocks, and nines
And all these pussy niggas hating, tryna knock me off my grind
But I can't let 'em do it, I got murder on my mind
Bitch, I got murder on my mind (Bitch, I got murder on my mind)
I got murder on my mind (On my mind)
I got murder on my mind (I got murder on my mind)
I got murder on my mind, I got murder on my mind
[Verse 2]
Yellow tape around his body, it's a fucking homicide
His face is on a T-shirt and his family traumatized
I didn't even mean to shoot him, he just caught me by surprise
I reloaded my pistol, cocked it back, and shot him twice
His body dropped down to the floor and he got teardrops in his eyes
He grabbed me by my hands and said he was afraid to die
I told him, "It's too late, my friend, it's time to say goodbye"
And he died inside my arms, blood all on my shirt
[Chorus]
Wake up in the morning, I got murder on my mind
AK-47's, MAC-11, Glocks, and nines
And all these pussy niggas hating, tryna knock me off my grind
But I can't let 'em do it, I got murder on my mind
Bitch, I got murder on my mind (Bitch, I got murder on my mind)
I got murder on my mind (On my mind)
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind, I got murder on my mind
(I got murder on my mind)
[Verse 3]
Bite like tarantula, bitch, I'm an animal
Melly's a savage, no he not no amateur
Bad bitch named Angela, fucked her on camera
Bitch I'm a murderer (Yeah, yeah)
I might just kill the boy, don't wanna kill the boy
Bake him up, say he want beef, we gon' grill the boy
(Grill the boy, we gonna grill the boy)
I'm bleeding so good, I might dip his ass in it and spill the boy
Haha, murder on my mind, whoa, whoa
I got murder on my mind (On my mind)
I got murder on my mind, I got murder on my mind, huh
[Chorus]
Wake up in the morning, I got murder on my mind
AK-47's, MAC-11, Glocks, and nines
And all these pussy niggas hating, tryna knock me off my grind
But I can't let 'em do it, I got murder on my mind
Bitch, I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind, I got murder on my mind
(Murder on my mind)
[Outro]
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Young Nigga World, bitch
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Faigh a rolladh ar bith ...
Ayy, tá mé sa stiúideo, Bro
Ó, nah, yeah, glaoch orm, orm liathróid
Yeah, beidh mé ... geall
Yeah, tá mé ag an stiúideo, a shealbhú suas cé
[Verse 1]
Níl liom a fháil a rolladh ar bith weed, níl mé ag a fháil a rolladh ar bith Swishers
bhí faoi ghlas mé suas ar na Nollag nach bhfuil, a fháil chun mo niggas
Nach fháil a barróg mo mama nach bhféadfaí, a thabhairt fiú í aon póga
Ní féidir an bpost fiú ar mo Instagram 'faoi deara na niggas Pussy bheith snitching
Gach duine ag gníomhú amhrasach, d'fhéadfadh a rá dócha go bhfuil mé ag tripping
Nuair Tá mé go léir ina n-aonar i mo chill bpríosún, claonadh agam a fháil i mo mhothúcháin
Agus is léir deataigh go glórach, ná pas a fháil dom aon midget
Agus I'ma deataigh gach ceann de mo phian shiúl 'faoi deara go bhfuil an rud amháin go bhfuil gon' leigheas air
Ní thuigim na mná a théann timpeall ag ligean
Amhail is dá mba siad i ndáiríre ag fuck le liom, mar sin is breá liom em 'go léir ó fad
Cause an soith céanna a rá sí síos a thiomána bheith ar an duine is mó a tricking
Got Molly measctha le promethazine 'cúis gach uair
[Chorus]
Dúisigh mé suas ar maidin, d'éirigh liom dúnmharú ar mo intinn
AK-47 s, MAC-11, Glocks, agus nines
Agus seo go léir niggas Pussy hating, tryna cnag dom as mo grind
Ach ní féidir liom a ligean a dhéanamh em é, d'éirigh liom dúnmharú ar mo intinn
Bitch, d'éirigh liom dúnmharú ar mo intinn (Bitch, d'éirigh liom dúnmharú ar m'intinn)
Fuair mé dúnmharú ar mo intinn (Ar m'intinn)
Fuair mé dúnmharú ar mo intinn (d'éirigh liom dúnmharú ar m'intinn)
Fuair mé dúnmharú ar mo intinn, d'éirigh liom dúnmharú ar mo intinn
[Verse 2]
téip buí timpeall a chorp, tá sé ina homicide fucking
Is é a aghaidh ar T-léine agus a chlann tráma
Ní raibh mé chiallaíonn fiú a shoot dó, ghabh sé díreach dom ag iontas
Reloaded mé mo pistol, cocked sé ar ais, agus lámhaigh dó faoi dhó
A chorp thit síos go dtí an urlár agus fuair sé teardrops ina súile
Rug sé dom mo lámha agus dúirt sé go raibh sé eagla go bás
Dúirt mé leis, "Tá sé ró-dhéanach, mo chara, tá sé am slán a fhágáil"
Agus fuair sé bás taobh istigh mo lámha, fuil ar fad ar mo léine
[Chorus]
Wake suas ar maidin, d'éirigh liom dúnmharú ar mo intinn
AK-47 s, MAC-11, Glocks, agus nines
Agus seo go léir niggas Pussy hating, tryna cnag dom as mo grind
Ach ní féidir liom a ligean a dhéanamh em é, d'éirigh liom dúnmharú ar mo intinn
Bitch, d'éirigh liom dúnmharú ar mo intinn (Bitch, d'éirigh liom dúnmharú ar m'intinn)
Fuair mé dúnmharú ar mo intinn (Ar m'intinn)
Fuair mé dúnmharú ar mo intinn
Fuair mé dúnmharú ar mo intinn, d'éirigh liom dúnmharú ar mo intinn
(D'éirigh liom dúnmharú ar m'intinn)
[Verse 3]
Bite cosúil le tarantula, soith, tá mé ainmhí
Melly tá Savage, ní sé nach bhfuil aon amaitéarach
Droch soith ainmnithe Angela, fucked sí ar cheamara
Tá Aaargh I dúnmharfóir (Yeah, yera yeah)
d'fhéadfadh mé a mharú ach an buachaill, ní gá ag iarraidh a mharú an buachaill
Bhácáil air suas, a rá gur mian sé mairteoil, táimid ag gon 'grill an buachaill
(Grill an buachaill, muid ag dul a grill an buachaill)
Tá mé ag cur fola chomh maith, d'fhéadfadh liom snámh a asal ann agus spill an buachaill
Haha, dúnmharú ar mo intinn, whoa, whoa
Fuair mé dúnmharú ar mo intinn (Ar m'intinn)
Fuair mé dúnmharú ar mo intinn, d'éirigh liom dúnmharú ar mo intinn, huh
[Chorus]
Wake suas ar maidin, d'éirigh liom dúnmharú ar mo intinn
AK-47 s, MAC-11, Glocks, agus nines
Agus seo go léir niggas Pussy hating, tryna cnag dom as mo grind
Ach ní féidir liom a ligean a dhéanamh em é, d'éirigh liom dúnmharú ar mo intinn
Bitch, d'éirigh liom dúnmharú ar mo intinn
Fuair mé dúnmharú ar mo intinn
Fuair mé dúnmharú ar mo intinn
Fuair mé dúnmharú ar mo intinn, d'éirigh liom dúnmharú ar mo intinn
(Dúnmharú ar mo intinn)
[Outro]
Whoa-OH-OH-OH
Young nigga Domhanda, soith
Whoa-OH-OH-OH