commit murder - Cole Benzo, Still

Come my way you ain’t about it homie

Hear they talking hard, I shout it out that I be doubting fully

Scribing that they finna try to plot

You ain’t crazy as them anecdotal notes I jot, funny

You can’t roll with us because we burning crack rocks

Talk about the cops and imma get to get you got

Caution bitch you fucking with the set

Trudging to get wrecked

I’m thuggin through the bludgeons on my way to running checks

Spirits be the peers mysteriously full of mock woe

They lovin all the summons in the summer cause I’m hot hoe

Dousin down the trousers, feel a real one you are not bro

Existing like a cyst I need a fist to make it pop slow

Why can’t thy, get to keelin over sly like

Never can I, tell a motherfucker I like

To sever them heads

Blades to they necks

Sharin the love, I let my dagger give pecks

I’m just wanting to commit murder

I just want to cut these fuckers stuff em in a burger

See em squirmin I said

Stuffing these bluffin corn dogs in my oven

The feds come my shoulders stay shruggin

Victim muffins for me, I stay pluckin they teeth

When ya face see me I ain’t duckin' (I ain’t duckin')

I’m just wanting to commit murder

I just want to cut these fuckers stuff em in a burger

Every time I catch a body whole squad finna turn up

Barbecue them problems cause ya boi ain’t ever burn em

Whachu kno about me