Chinx - Murder One lyrics

[Verse 1] George of the jungle, lord of the bundles Hit my youngin with the handoff, he won't fumble We that c**aine alumni, fresh up on the grad school Drafted to the corner, chain might give me the motive Verse 8, Chapter 12, Psalms 37 Evil get your [?], go and get the reverend All them hustlers in that V, you hear the engine revving I bet that chopper slump him over like the number seven Who kept his own rappers out the cemetery? Mashing on em's number one on my itinerary Money blocking my vision, I can't see the other side n***as blocking my digits, that's how motherf**ers die Thirty thousand on that Audemar Partying 'till the morning like I ain't got court tomorrow Drugz, n***a, and you know that Murder one when I'm around, lay 'em like a door mat [Hook] It's that murder one Bullets hit your back, probably heard alum Coke Boy, yeah, you heard of them Don't talk, we be swerving on em You don't even need a turban, get your head wrapped You don't even need a turban, get your head wrapped Yeah, it's that murder one, yeah, it's that murder one [Verse 2] I'm balling on point like a church steeple They say you do your best business with the worst people When you heavenly, god and none of these n***as can't reach you I blame your OGs for what they didn't teach you Never worry, this AK is my insurance Hair trigger, when I tap it bullets flow like the current Canaries on my wrist, emeralds in my chains Y'all just little Indians, we Seminoles in the game Shot five times ‘fore he even noticed The fifth one hit his brain, [?] exploded One eighty seven when we rolling All we know is homicide, every n***a with me hold it k**ed him in Brooklyn, his family has gone bonkers Body laid for twelve hours, the coroner was in Yonkers My shooters put that work in, then they fade to black Got on a vest and a ball cap, they gon' aim for that [Hook][x2]