Murder

Murder she wrote, murder she wrote, murder she wrote
 Murder she wrote, murder she wrote, murder she wrote
 Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
 Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
 Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
 Murder she wrote
 No bird, I'm pickin' peacock trees
 I'm just trying to raise it up for all the seeds
 Don't play or I send all the bees
 And this bitch tryna get a hold of these bees
 I remember ridin' around with .223s
 But I'm thankful for my giving, no knees
 Any blunts that we smoke bigger than leaves
 12 smell 'em, they tryna pull up and make us leave
 Young Thugger be Pillsbury Dough, baby
 Young Thugger take a brick and make it snow baby
 Young Thugger turn a nine into a ho baby
 When you leave Thug, you gotta change the clothes baby
 Murder she wrote, murder she wrote, murder she wrote
 Murder she wrote, murder she wrote, murder she wrote
 Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
 Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
 Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
 Murder she wrote
 Now ever since I can remember
 I've thugged my car tryna get a couple dollars, woah
 Got more handguns than choppers
 More choppers than rastas
 Got more rastas than followers, woah
 You can't go near my style, you'se a young thug imposter
 Lyin' in this jungle, call me Young Thug Mufasa
 We just livin' life and like a flu car you cop us
 And if a nigga bases is loaded, we red sock 'em
 Stop my grind and now I'm ridin', I'm gone kill your friend
 Do it smart, even though it's a sin, you won't see the pen
 I got work, we get bands and I won't be your man
 And if you get it, understand, I said I won't be your man
 Murder she wrote, murder she wrote, murder she wrote
 Murder she wrote, murder she wrote, murder she wrote
 Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
 Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
 Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
 Murder she wrote