Let's go
Murder for hire
Grab that stick, make it sing like a choir
Thought you said you get cash you a liar
(Aye) Murder for hire
Grab that stick, make it sing like a choir
Thought you said you get cash you a liar
I turnt up now I'm hot like a lighter
He the feds might be wearing a wire
I got drugs I'm the plug you the buyer
Love the gang cause they riding like tires
Yeah I got this rap shit in a grip like some pliers
Pop a Perc then I roll like a tire (Pop a Perc)
The strap on me, yeah that's my attire
(Yeah) killing shit call me Straap Michaell Myers
Running shit and I don't get tired
Drop a bag on a opp and they go on a rampage
VVS they water I feel like a mermaid
Come march down to block with them sticks like a parade
Get hit and you gone need a life size Band-Aid
Straap USA nigga it's only one way
The pack just touch down come in on a Monday
Send his ass up to God he got killed on a Sunday
Rocking all my chains yeah it's finna be a funday
Got a mini draco make it sing like Beyoncé
In the trap selling bows rocking Yeezys like Kanye
Go broke and I'm late night screaming like AK
Since a kid no toys all I ever knew was gunplay
(Aye) Murder for hire
Grab that stick, make it sing like a choir
Thought you said you get cash you a liar
I turnt up now I'm hot like a lighter
He the feds might be wearing a wire
I got drugs I'm the plug you the buyer
I love the gang cause they riding like tires
Yeah I got this rap shit in a grip like some pliers
I'm with the gang, we stay on that fuck shit
Got a brand new choppa it came wit a scope
Got a new thot she gave me the drop
Run in yo shit and we cutting yo throat BITCH
Money counter go beep
Count up the cash nigga I don't get no sleep
Blue tip I creep N.H.C
Step and get blood on my feet
Get yo shooter shot
Dirty pot spot a opp
Head shot 187 it's murder she wrote
This ain't a play I won't put on a show
Fill him with bullets he wet like he fell off a boat
Pyrex scrape the side a lil bit
Drop a bag my niggas sliding and shit
In the party I brought my 9 in this bitch
If the oops in this hoe they gone die in this bitch (Gang)
(Aye) Murder for hire
Grab that stick, make it sing like a choir
Thought you said you get cash you a liar
I turnt up now I'm hot like a lighter
He the feds might be wearing a wire
I got drugs I'm the plug you the buyer
I love the gang cause they riding like tires
Yeah I got this rap shit in a grip like some pliers