Murder Scene - Da$h, Marz Lovejoy, VDon

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo

Yeah, yo, yeah, yeah, yeah

17 More Minutes nigga

Yeah, yeah, yeah

It’s Clark Bent behind the dark tint

I’m in the streets just like the park bench

Chain smoke cigar ends, there ain’t no cigars left

My weed loud just like a bitch out the piece

They wanna blow me while I’m counting my cheese, Jesus

, snitch don’t

I see no honor in this thieving shit

Probably why I don’t trust with niggas

If you ask me how I’m feeling then it’s fuck you niggas

Look here, copped that ducy off a jackpot

Hoe had the blow in nose, Pinocchio

Plugs got hit with the okie doe

Started barking, had these niggas dancing, hokey pokey

Holy smokes he really burnt, Cobain, no chain

Get at Shabba for his gold rings, I need them blunts too

Pocket full of dead crackers, living ass backwards

Tryna front for who, rap so my mama living comfortable

But who the fuck is you to judge me, my white cup is muddy

I’m bloody, hoes wanna fuck me

Doing all these drugs you think I must be

Off my fucking bike right, light it up

V’Don made the beat and he put a scripture on it

This the type of shit you snatch up out your speakers

Load that pipe and beam up the scotty, illuminati

Got my mind, soul, and my body trapped or am I just smacked

Don’t give me dap when you see me wearing trends

And don’t hit my fucking line if you ain’t talking 'bout no ends

Is how I’m feeling, wheeling and dealing, stealing and killing

Tryna make a motherfucking million, cause if you ain’t know

Said yo bitch only chill if she’s fucking the team

If it’s drama my nigga we bringing them thangs

Baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa

Murder scene, murder scene

Murder scene, murder scene

Murder scene, murder scene