Murder Again

Uh, sexy rok on the track, yeah
Jay Trench lancey
Lancey, Lancey lancey, Lancey
Phew, yeah

I was me last time I checked
Too many chains, I ain't tryna flex
New Rick, yeah, I look like SëX
New offer came in, I ain't tryna say "Yes"
New bag, I ain't tryna check
New chick came in and she tryna get wet
New kicks, I ain't tryna step
Got a brand new stick and it's murder again

Uh i keep talkin' to myself
I keep talkin' to myself
I keep talkin' to myself
I keep talkin' to myself
Popped an addie, I'm tryna go stealth
You know them boy there be on the shelf
I'm tryna accumulate some wealth
She tryna emancipate my pelvis
I got my chest out like I'm Elvis
And she love me cause I'm selfish
Sippin' this lean, I don't give a fuck
Poppin' a bean, I don't give a fuck
Ice, hockey, it's a puck given a cheat
Disrespect, we let it buss
I got my team screamin' "Trust"
I ain't gonna lie, I ain't even gonna lie
I ain't even gonna lie
I ain't even gonna lie
She fuckin' with me, she know what it is
I ain't even gotta try
She got her own money, icy
That's my sweetie pie
I got the bag, real nigga shit
I ain't actin' white
I gotta brag, see my baddie
She the winner type
How can you be my OG? You
Ain't even do it right
How can you be my code, you ain't tryna ride

I was me last time I checked
Too many chains, I ain't tryna flex
New Rick, yeah, I look like SëX
New offer came in, I ain't tryna say "Yes"
New bag, I ain't tryna check
New chick came in and she tryna get wet
New kicks, I ain't tryna step
Got a brand new stick and it's murder again

Abra cadabra, no act in my rap
But I keep goin' in
With the ultimate stamina
Sow it up, zip it up, go in, and bag it up
Playboy 'ting and she look like Pamela
Top it up, chop it up
Niggas ain't stoppin' us
Niggas ain't buyin' us
Niggas ain't coppin' us
Suit and tie, same on my shirt
Got a new Uzi, puttin' it vert
'ting, I'm callin' a turk
Too geeked up, I feel I like a nerd
Kill them niggas, that's on my schedule
Came through with a free special
Rockstar, heavy metal
Popstar, I'm goin' Adele
Escobar, got a big cartel
Esocbar, whatever gon' sell phew, geek up
Geek up, geek up geek up, geek up
Geek up, cool lil' baddie, I fleek up
Chyeah (Chyeah)

I was me last time I checked
Too many chains, I ain't tryna flex
New Rick, yeah, I look like SëX
New offer came in, I ain't tryna say "Yes"
New bag, I ain't tryna check
New chick came in and she tryna get wet
New kicks, I ain't tryna step
Got a brand new stick and it's murder again

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