Testo FWTG

Murder!
Ay, Ay, Ay

Fuck with the gang you get murdered
I just went up on this thirty
Double my cup, I got syrup in it
Extend-o my clip and my burner
Fuck with the gang you get murdered Fuck with the gang you get murdered
I just went up on my verses
We the chasers bitch, ballin' on purpose

[?], a nigga came from nothing
Damn right a nigga had to hustle
Suckin' cars, really chasing money
Had a lot of them nights, stomach used to rumble
You can tell I'm really from the jungle
Got to stack up them hundreds, I'm still humble
Labels callin', I don't need nothin'
I'm certified, yeah I'm hands on if I got to put my mans on
I fuck with my plug, never ran off
You know I don't play 'bout the fam' dog
Walk up, I'ma blow your head off
Fuck with the gang you get murdered
I just went up on this thirty
Double my cup, I got syrup in it
Extend-o on my clip and my burner
Fuck with the gang you get murdered
Fuck with the gang you get murdered
I just went up on my verses
We the chasers bitch, ballin' on purpose

Fuck with the clique and get murdered
[?], still kept a burner
Momma screaming, oh lord you should've heard her
[?] drum nigga, that shit get you murdered
Run through the [?]
Run through your team like I'm [?]
First 48, no commercial
I guess you [?] for a circle
[?] to your front door, we will murk you
Kidnap your bitch just to hurt you
Run and take shit, don't let [?] in my circle
Only family matter like nigga [?]
Caught them slipping nigga like [?]

Fuck with the gang you get murdered
I just went up on this thirty
Double my cup, I got syrup in it
Extend-o on my clip and my burner
Fuck with the gang you get murdered
Fuck with the gang you get murdered
I just went up on my verses
We the chasers bitch, ballin' on purpose

Brrr!
Pumping the clip
Brand new AK, came with a clip
Come around tryin'a [?] on the [?]
Fuck around and get your whole whip flipped
First gat was a ruger
Yeah I took it from a noodle
Pussy nigga try ask for it back I told that sucka I [?]
Slide through the trenches with the heater on me
Don't get out of pocket, I leave you homie
Cook that work up in the bleader nigga
Fuck around and get your life ended

Fuck with the gang you get murdered
I just went up on this thirty
Double my cup, I got syrup in it
Extend-o on my clip and my burner
Fuck with the gang you get murdered
Fuck with the gang you get murdered
I just went up on my verses
We the chasers bitch, ballin' on purpose