Letra de Murder He Wrote
Woah...
Hit the road
Windows frozen
Hit the road
Windows frozen
I'm ghost
Overdose
Do the most
When I pour
Murder he wrote, wrote
Full of that dope, dope
Get smoked, smoked
Eye through the scope, scope
Riding low, low
Sitting on low pro
They holla woah woah
When I hit the north shore
In my zone, zone
Eyes on the po, po
Savage mode, mode
Lil cut-throat, throat
Yeah you know I'm riding
With my head up high
Another day they
Tryna take my pride
Step aside
Let me fortify
Aye
Bust they hеad, with the forty-five
Hot drop
Drop top
Top drop
Bullets dropping 'causе they hot
Slicky empty out the clip
You see these cuts on my wrist
Life a bitch
Kife slit
God-damn, I can't lie, I'm fucking sick
Purple got me feeling funny
Blood money
Fifty thousand dollar diamonds
I ain't bust out yet
Creeping, you can't see me ducking
In the corner
Paint wet
With that choppa on my lap
That's a bet
Hit the road
Windows frozen
I'm ghost
Overdose
Do the most
When I pour
Murder he wrote, wrote
Full of that dope, dope
Get smoked, smoked
Eye through the scope, scope
Riding low, low
Sitting on low pro
They holla woah woah
When I hit the north shore
In my zone, zone
Eyes on the po, po
Savage mode, mode
Lil cut-throat, throat
Break me down to pieces
You know all my rights, yeah
I could never change up
Never switch my side, yeah
Split a couple xans
Till we feel alright, yeah
Smoking out the pound
Oh, that's they feature price, yeah
When I die, bury me where they don't go
Pull up cold on the scene
With my eyes low
Savage mode, cut-throat, let em know (let em know !)
Let 'em know I want that
Mother fucking smoke, smoke
I been outchea getting throwed
On the northside
Family changing, people dying
But it's alright
Money coming, money going
That's the life right ? Right, right, right
Always sipping on my problems
Need some hi-tech
Wipe your tears in your eyes
You can't break that
Keep it real
Keep it a Hundo
You ain't 'bout that
Say lil bro
I got you 'til my fucking life black
Hit the road
Windows frozen
I'm ghost
Overdose
Do the most
When I pour
Murder he wrote, wrote
Full of that dope, dope
Get smoked, smoked
Eye through the scope, scope
Riding low, low
Sitting on low pro
They holla woah, woah
When I hit the north shore
In my zone, zone
Eyes on the po, po
Savage mode, mode
Lil cut-throat, throat
Yeah, you know I'm riding
With my head up high
Another day they
Tryna take my pride
Step aside
Let me fortify
Overdose
Do the most
When I pour
Murder he wrote, wrote
Full of that dope, dope
Get smoked, smoked
Eye through the scope, scope
Riding low, low
Sitting on low pro
They holla woah woah
When I hit the north shore
In my zone, zone
Eyes on the po, po
Savage mode, mode
Lil cut-throat, throat
Yeah you know I'm riding
With my head up high
Another day they
Tryna take my pride
Step aside
Let me fortify
Aye
Bust they hеad, with the forty-five
Hot drop
Drop top
Top drop
Bullets dropping 'causе they hot
Slicky empty out the clip
You see these cuts on my wrist
Life a bitch
Kife slit
God-damn, I can't lie, I'm fucking sick
Purple got me feeling funny
Blood money
Fifty thousand dollar diamonds
I ain't bust out yet
Creeping, you can't see me ducking
In the corner
Paint wet
With that choppa on my lap
That's a bet
Hit the road
Windows frozen
I'm ghost
Overdose
Do the most
When I pour
Murder he wrote, wrote
Full of that dope, dope
Get smoked, smoked
Eye through the scope, scope
Riding low, low
Sitting on low pro
They holla woah woah
When I hit the north shore
In my zone, zone
Eyes on the po, po
Savage mode, mode
Lil cut-throat, throat
Break me down to pieces
You know all my rights, yeah
I could never change up
Never switch my side, yeah
Split a couple xans
Till we feel alright, yeah
Smoking out the pound
Oh, that's they feature price, yeah
When I die, bury me where they don't go
Pull up cold on the scene
With my eyes low
Savage mode, cut-throat, let em know (let em know !)
Let 'em know I want that
Mother fucking smoke, smoke
I been outchea getting throwed
On the northside
Family changing, people dying
But it's alright
Money coming, money going
That's the life right ? Right, right, right
Always sipping on my problems
Need some hi-tech
Wipe your tears in your eyes
You can't break that
Keep it real
Keep it a Hundo
You ain't 'bout that
Say lil bro
I got you 'til my fucking life black
Hit the road
Windows frozen
I'm ghost
Overdose
Do the most
When I pour
Murder he wrote, wrote
Full of that dope, dope
Get smoked, smoked
Eye through the scope, scope
Riding low, low
Sitting on low pro
They holla woah, woah
When I hit the north shore
In my zone, zone
Eyes on the po, po
Savage mode, mode
Lil cut-throat, throat
Yeah, you know I'm riding
With my head up high
Another day they
Tryna take my pride
Step aside
Let me fortify
