Lil Kapow - MURDER SONG lyrics

[Intro] No insurance, crashed the whip, yeah, yeah No insurance, crashed the whip Ayy, ayy (AV got that drip, ho) Ayy, ayy, ayy [Verse] No insurance, crashed the whip Go to court, push it back, fu*k yes My lawyer paid, we all rich (Yeah, yeah) Talk sh*t, get folded like a crunch wrap (Yeah, ayy) Okay, ooh, I'm in her ear like Mike Tyson Try this, I got drugs in my sinus I only want a b*tch that gon’ do it the way I like it I'm all about the Benjamin's, baby, I feel like Mike Epps He can’t flex, I shot him right in the bicep My new crib better look just like the Teen Titans Goddammit, I'm high, I need to look at a flight plan 120 on the dashboard and pussy all in my right hand Murder, murder, murder, gang, gang, that's my sh*t, bro I just shot out all his windows, [?] coat I'm outside like I'm campin', where'd my tent go? b*tch, I got a [?] county prison Okay, fu*k it, guess he's goin’ to camp Jesus In a KFC box, they found him in five pieces Can’t understand the b*tch I'm fu*kin’, she Puerto Rican fu*k the b*tch on the rug, I'm not fu*kin' her on my sheets Fifty rounds in the clip, that's fifty reasons to squeeze it Chopsticks on me, like I’m eatin' some Japanese sh*t If I'm him, how in the fu*k could you ever be him? You can call me James, I stay in a giant peach I took two Xanax on a trampoline, now I'm [?] I can pull up on you like I'm Sonic, super fast [?] in a Tesla, I'm whippin' like Ricky Bobby And I got more stripes then a ni**a that's going golfing Look, I-I-I-I, I hope you die tonight, wishful thinking Walk in your crib and do some spring cleaning He might think it's a joke 'til the Glock hits his teeth Hit him with a canon, knock him right out his jeans (Ayy, ayy, ayy) b*tch, I'm higher than my odds of going to prison, I'm with it I fu*k with stripper b*tches, I don't tip 'em (Uh-uh) Strong guy with a phone book how I wipe sh*t No BMX, Glock make a ni**a do jumps His b*tch spin back 'cause she got a part in the matrix Added a couple Glocks, I hit copy and paste Somebody come help him, he's bleeding out on the pavement It's like I gave birth to a choppa how I raised it, gang [Outro] (Perfect)