MURDER RATE

Ginseng OT shit, OT shit, OT shit, OT shit OT shit, OT shit, OT shit, OT shit Want my bread, I got plenty so they want me dead I'm the best, all these niggas tryna break my neck As I said you my fire bitch, inside my bed I won't rest 'til these niggas fill my brain with lead As a prince I like showing all my diamonds dance Peep my stance all you pussies tryna catch a glance She said "What you sippin' on? I want some in my glass" Sorry baby, I can't share this if you got no ass It's cool, if you hate me bitch Got you crying like a motherfucking baby bitch How the f******u thought you was gon' be my lady, bitch If you talking 'bout you tryna have a baby, bitch I ain't a fool, you can't play me bitch Want my digits you gon' have to fucking pay me, bitch Now she tryna tell me that she want a fucking pic Only take a pic if shawty down to suck some dick Most of you niggas acting like you kinda scared of me Got you shaking 'cause you never got ahead of me All the shit ain't really what it all appeared to be Stop the talking p***y, all you niggas mini me's Your baby texting me like "Can you book a telly please?" I don't hesitate to give you all these luxuries Got these niggas talking and these bitches on they knees Want you motherfuckers off my dick, pretty please, yeah I say Yo, say a word, it's you fam Yo, I've been looking for you everywhere Tell me how it's a been a crazy couple years since you dropped the album or whatever But yo it's time for you to regain your throne, mans are acting soft and silly out here fam OT shit, OT shit, OT shit, OT shit OT shit, OT shit, OT shit, OT shit --- MURDER RATE - Night Lovell