Murder Rate (STFU) Lyrics

Murder Rate (STFU) - Yung Juice Box

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I get higher than the murder rate (Huh, yeah)

Shut the fuck up, I can't concentrate (Huh, shit, yeah)

If you try me today, you gon' die today

On my knees, I been praying for brighter days

I don't mean an assist, tryna fade away (Hoo, shit)

Yeah, I be up working all night and days

Your bitch swallow my dick, said she proud of me

No, I don't mean that bitch is surrounding me

Ain't no know me I won't ever change up

All my niggas, they really stay down for me

Double R, SUV, and a Range Rove'

I'ma pull up, I'm doing a high speed

[Verse]

Weezy F made it, I'm finna kill it, go ahead and bury it

I got my gun, I'ma Mariah Carey it

I love the money so much I'ma marry it

Don't know how to act, I feel like a barbarian

He don't want beef, that nigga vegetarian

Gun with a silencer like a librarian

I be the reason all these bitches staring

She swallows my kids, not good at parenting

Pay me a hundred-fifty for appearances

I got a Lamborghini from the dealership

If I don't buy a car I put it on my wrist (Bling, bling)

Rocking red just like Popovich

Shooting like Stockton ain't nobody stopping it

They pocket watching ain't nobody robbin' this

Give him the MAC-11 with the cooling kit (Ooh)

My niggas coming for you (Ooh)

My niggas coming for you (Ooh)

Ain't no telling what they gon' do

Catch ya at the red light, pull up, vroom

She ride my dick like a witch on a broom

When he walked in, we smell bitch in the room

Ayy, shoot that dude

Brah-brah-brah coming out that tool