GBM Baby G - Murder She Wrote Lyrics

Murder she wrote(Aye)
(Yeah) Murder she wrote
I drop that bag just to bag a nigga
Catch you whenever (Yeah) I'll toe tag a nigga
And make him come up off his shit, since he flexin' figures
And send the blitz (Bitch) I came to raise havoc I been savage nigga
And I'll tell you where to come when the pack out
And I stood in the same house I used to trap out (Yeah)
And I bet that this 40 blow his back out
He just come off a body, they then let my killer back out
Run off in yo shit, I got the drop to the crack house
And this bitch dirty, shootin' fire from mac rounds
Real killer in my blood and it been passed down
Me and Jay gone shoot (And no) I'll never back down
Murd-er She Wrote
Nigga come and get yo shit back
Pull up on em, hop out on em
Nigga let get that
That Bitch ain't got no name and I bet it push yo shit back
And they then took yo Main, thats a soul you can't get back (Yeh)
And I been trynna hold it together (Yeah) shootouts they was close
And you say that you leaving (Yeah) I then seen it all before
And I love, All of my niggas and they know
And I keep that hurt inside (Noo) I won't let it show
And you say you bumpin'
And to set that shit up, it ain't nothin'
I'ma do it with no mask, just to show you I ain't stuntin'
And Bitch you think you safe, we gone bang it out all in public
And Jay a real demon, send that smoke and he love it
Come and spin as you please and I bet you won't touch me
Gotta Get It By Any Means, lay him down for that money
And you say you slingin' iron, I peel the top off his muffin
And you trynna snipe for mine, BUT I AIN'T GOING FOR NOTHING
Hold up, I got that burner on me now (Yey)
Choppa talk, I can't wait on my time (Yey)
I'm out of sight and out of mind (Yey)
Hot on my ass and police trail me from behind (Yeyyy aye aye)
And he home now, out alone and I'm on my own now (Yey)
And I feel like I'm not wrong now
Choppa rip up out his back, I done snatched his soul out
Keep on talking stupid, bitch you play then you get blown down
Real killer in my blood and it been passed down
Me and Jay gone shoot (And no) I'll never back down
Murd-er She Wrote
Nigga come and get yo shit back
Pull up on em, hop out on em
Nigga let get that
That Bitch ain't got no name and I bet it push your shit back
And they then took yo Main, thats a soul you can't get back (Yeh)
And I been trynna hold it together (Yeah) shootouts they was close
And you say that you leaving (Yeah) I then seen it all before
And I love, all of my niggas and they know
And I keep that hurt inside (Noo) I won't let it show (Woahh oh ohh)
Noo I won't let it show (Woahh oh ohh)