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murder patrol/gomd - slump6s lyrics

[part 1: murda patrol]

[intro]
bhristo talk to ’em, slime!

[verse]
i done ran off wit’ a ‘hunnid bands
i done cut off ’bout a ‘hunnid friends
tried to play me, i ain’t one of them, uh*huh
can’t act my age, money older than me
life off drank, i don’t know what i see
heart too cold, i don’t know what i bleed
just know now that i’m smokin’ on weed
i don’t know if the weed really smokin’ on me
self*made n*gga, i don’t got no og
no cap, but i really be smokin’ og
brand new lamb, i ain’t coppin’ no jeep
ma got one too, so i can’t be cheap
always cry but that sh*t for the weak
now you callin’ my phone 6 times in a week
heard he rat but he takin’ the heat
finna steal, finna ball, like i play for the heat
really stay strapped, so i don’t need to speak
y’all say he a rat, came lookin’ down street
checkin’ his stat, b*tch, i’m playin’ elite
vvs on my neck, b*tch, it stay wit’ elite
tec .17, b*tch, i stay wit’ elite
bet not think this sh*t over, you playin’ wit’ me
[chorus]
tell that ho, “you betta’ play yo’ role”
talkin’ online, betta’ pay that phone
cop a new flight, on the way back home
gang, they outside, they on murder patrol
gang, they outside, they on murder patrol
gang, they outside, they gon’ murder ‘fasho
not gon’ lie, i ain’t heard of you bro
but he tryna fight for a ho i don’t know
callin’ my phone, “lil’ b*tch, i don’t him”
callin’ my phone, said, “b*tch, i don’t know”
smokin’ on gas, i ain’t blowin’ no o’s
came in the crib, and we blowin’ that ho
callin’ my phone, “lil b*tch, i don’t know”
gang, they outside, they on murder patrol
gang, they outside, they on murder patrol
uh, aye, uh, okay

[verse 2]
tryna bring up my past, okay, lil b*tch, i’ll put you on blast
tryna run up, n*gga, that’s yo last
put him on a screen, n*gga, plaqueboymax
can’t be on my team, can’t be in my pack
smokin’ on tree, i’m smokin’ on pack
gettin’ more green, in a green boy packer
had a few hits, and yo ass went flat
already told me, “you can’t go back”
new poncho, so i can’t get wet
tried to play dumb, you gon’ meet this tec
n*ggas my sons, ain’t meet me yet
too much love for the game, at home
i’m finna put lil bro on a jet
in l.a, really be in my zone
most of the world ain’t see me yet
[bridge]
callin’ my phone, “lil b*tch, i don’t know, why you callin’ my phone? ’cause i been on the road?”
label they call me, said i’m on the road
if i dropped outta school, it’s make*counter road
been juggin’ out, i got too many ho’s
they like, “oh my god, why you got so many flows?”
b*tch i’ma ball, b*tch, i’m stayin’ in flow
dirty rap ass n*ggas gon’ stay in a hole

[chorus]
tell that ho, “you betta’ play yo’ role”
talkin’ online, betta’ pay that phone
cop a new flight, on the way back home
gang, they outside, they on murder patrol
gang, they outside, they on murder patrol
gang, they outside, they gon’ murder ‘fasho
not gon’ lie, i ain’t heard of you bro
but he tryna fight for a ho i don’t know
callin’ my phone, “lil’ b*tch, i don’t him”
callin’ my phone, said, “b*tch, i don’t know”
smokin’ on gas, i ain’t blowin’ no o’s
came in the crib, and we blowin’ that ho
callin’ my phone, “lil b*tch, i don’t know”
gang, they outside, they on murder patrol
gang, they outside, they on murder patrol
uh, aye, uh, okay
[part 2: gomd]

[intro]
young ass n*gga, coutin’ guala
why you beat that ho’ up? n*gga, what’s yo problem?
put my gang in new designer, everything is prada
bro get off my d*ck, go take care of yo’ daughter

[verse]
you beat ya’ b*tch up, then tried to leave out the family picture
i’m smokin’ dope, out the zipper
saw the music ain’t working, so he start sellin’ zip ups
[?] d*ck up
i showed love to n*ggas, then they went for the switch up
twitter typin’, we gon’ get up wit’ ya’
you was just showin’ love in my face, n*gga, which one, is it?
heard ya’ new sh*t, man, that sh*t not hittin’
you just makin’ my prod’s look sh*tty
i ain’t goin’ back and forth with no internet n*gga
crash a double r, i hope yo’ b*tch ass in it
i just count up my guap, and i sit back, n*gga
n*gga beat that ho’ ass, you a sis ass n*gga
quit that talkin’, i’m not tryna chit*chat n*gga
brother told me, “chill out”, i’m like, “f*ck that”
it’s a way that i deal with these b*tch ass n*ggas
you was usin’ that ho’, like a punch bag
and i really ain’t look for no diss back, n*gga
i’m too rich, give a f*ck ’bout a comeback
n*ggas say my name just for promotion
young ass, n*ggas just signed for ‘some grown sh*t
dumbass, tryna act dumb, n*gga, slow sh*t
don’t know, why n*ggas, playin’ wit’ the kid
you a, dad now, i’m prayin’ for the kid
we had, bro kickin’ sh*t over this way
twitter, typin’ like bro, how my d*ck taste?
n*gga beatin’ a ho’, ’cause he b*tch*made
i just, be in my zone like a sensei
whole gang, beatin’ they chest, so they big ape
i got some n*ggas mad that i got rich, godd*mn
i know all my racks safe, but yo b*tch ain’t

[outro]
young ass n*gga, coutin’ guala
why you beat that ho’ up? n*gga, whats yo’ problem?
i just dripped my gang up, everything is prada
i just took the whole gang to balenciaga
bro get off my d*ck, go take care of yo’ daughter

- slump6s lyrics

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