Murdered to Death Lyrics

Bitch, are you the po-lice

It's Broncos, are you The chiefs?

Droppin shit, like the geese

Bright B, on the fleece

Federal case, underneath

Brought the brigade bouta breech

Get it poppin, like some grease

Watch the stock increase

I brought my 10-piece

Denver Colorado, you kid quote me

Off the wall flow-I'm Shinobi

Step back jumper-like Ginóbli

World wide spittaz-talkin globally

Choke s super star-like Charles oakley

Shoot Trump in the face

Fuck Pe-losi

I am a killa, so don't provoke me

Revenge is like pussy, so yes it's holy

Whoomp, whoomp

Are you the police-hoomp, whoomp

Are you the police-whoomp, whoomp

You married to my bitch, so what

We finna cash out, and go slut

On reserve-so, there's no rush

Jordans Deadstock box accumulatin dust

Runnin thru yo town, just like wind gust

When the 9-m bust, it's like a head rush

Ninja smoke on em, the haters on stuck

Bet them suckas goan duck

When I ram down the clutch

Speeding down Colfax, 'causin a fuss

See that look in her eyes-that's lust

But her brother is the opps-so I just can trust

Whether mackin a hutch-or packing a dutch

My young killas is, so ravenous

Shippin out sacks-of cannibus

PE Oregon's-made from platypus

Finna break suckas off

Like___Los Angeles

Y'all know a nigga

I'm Jantha's son

Y'all niggas is sweet crysanthums