Murder (feat. wifisfuneral)

Woke up like, who face am I gon' fuck up today
 Anybody wanna get into it wit me, imma get into it wit 'em
 I'mma leave 'em to lay
 (Ay, yeah that shit smackin' nigga, ay)
 (Yuh, ay, ay)
 (Ay, yuh)
 (We can clip all that shit, look)
 (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, yuh, yuh)
 Bitch, I woke up like, Who face am I gon' fuck up today
 Anybody wanna get into it wit me, imma get into it wit 'em
 I'mma leave 'em to lay
 Okay, I woke up like, This morning who I'm fin' kill today
 Break bread on her face, smoke a blunt full of blood
 And then I paint me a way
 Yeah, this that murder, murder leave 'em hurtin
 Pull up on 'em whippin' in a black Suburban
 Ayo, for certain, fuck nigga lurkin
 Split like a hundred round drum, now he squirmin
 Glock .45 when I move on the low
 Okay, I think it's safe to say the devil got my soul
 Okay, now move out with that work, I got the work on the low
 Diamonds bite like Mike Tyson, got the K and the O
 Got that AK, gotta let it spray
 Gotta let the chopper chop up his face
 Man down, hunnid rounds
 Drummin' like a motherfuckin' high school band
 I be like, Hey, say bitch, come my way
 Finna knock ya ass back to yesterday
 Wait, hey, done pumpin' brakes
 They say I'm too psycho in my brain
 Psycho in the brain, woke up in the tank
 Like, Who the fuck strapped this straitjacket
 When I find buddy imma let 'em have it
 Woke up this morning and prayed to my ratchet
 Fuck on a bad bitch right, deep in my attic
 Damn it's a fact, to them bands I'mma addict
 Momma ain't know she was raisin' a savage
 Band outta hand, gotta get another band
 Gonna need another grand, hunnid grand what I'm after
 Till the afterlife I'll be a demonized goddamn shady bastard
 Scratch in the palm of my hand, breakin' laws of the land
 Commanded to die, livin' in sin with a blade six inches
 Influencin', death to anybody and everybody against us
 (ooooooh yuh!)
 Snapped on that bitch
 Yo, Diablo on the beat bitch!
 (Ay, ay, ay)
 (I'm a muh)
 (I'm a killa-killa, killa)