text: It go Murda on the beats, boy
  It go Murda on the beats, boy
  Yeah its murder on these streets, boy
  Murdered the pussy, Im a beast boy
  And you a soldier, Im a G boy
  Semi-auto with no recoil
  Forgiatos, they on fleek boy
  Twenty murders in a week boy
  Im from the murder capital, no sleep boy
  Im a rapper but Im different, I aint tryna say Im tough
  Keep that pistol every day and dont you ever call my bluff
  I live my whole life criminal, keep talking to a minimal
  My nigga catch a case, Im fightin it with them til they sentence em 
  And its still fuck the DA and the judge 
  Biggest gangster, and aint a crip or a blood 
  Fuck a label when you got it out the mud 
  All these sensitive ass rappers need hugs
  I aint grow up with you, I dont know you nigga
  Quit hittin my phone bout that verse, look I dont owe you, nigga
  I aint beefin on no Twitter, I be go on a niggas
  Ima make you be a gangster, bring the ho out niggas
  Im bumpin slaughter gang, 21, back when I was 21
  Drive-bys, homicides, switching sides, you were done
  How we in the shootout four deep and Im the only one
  With an empty drum, where Im from thatll get you hung
  Murder rate, murder rate
  Was ducking the DA, now Im at the VMAs 
  Killin shit, yellow tape 
  They dont wanna see a nigga elevate 
  They tryna really really trick me off the streets
  They tryna give me a murder case
  All these lil fuck niggas irritate
  Shoot one these niggas, dont hesitate
  It go murder she wrote 
  Ima murder the dope 
  Yeah I be killin em
  Im gon murder the kitchen 
  Ima murder the chickens 
  Yeah I be killin em
  I got murder for a fee nigga 
  I got murder for the cheap nigga 
  Catch you in Miami, gun you down on the beach nigga 
  Just cause Im a rapper dont you ever think its sweet nigga 
  I was slangin choppers fore I ever rapped on beats nigga
  Fox 5, bitch boy thats what I claim 
  Rappers scared to hang around me cause they know they lame 
  Beat a double homicide fore I bought a chain 
  I went and bought a Bentley truck, I did not buy a Range 
  You put a ring around that bitch, she known for giving brain 
  Never had security, aint a nigga touch my chain 
  I keep a Glock forty, one on top, and thats on god 
  Since I was a youngin, OGs told me I got hard 
  Yeah I got hard ho, pull your card ho, yeah yeah
  Red light shots make you park ho, yeah yeah
  Stamped and approved, this aint no flauge ho, yeah ho
  You niggas talk too much, you act like broads ho 
  It go Murda on the beats, boy
  Yeah its murder on these streets, boy
  Twenty murders in a week boy 
  Im from the murder capital, no sleep boy
  It go murder she wrote 
  Ima murder the dope 
  Yeah I be killin em
  Im gon murder the kitchen 
  Ima murder the chickens 
  Yeah I be killin em
  It go Murda on the beats, boy
  Yeah its murder on these streets, boy
  Murdered the pussy, Im a beast boy
  And you a soldier, Im a G boy