Murder Mal - OOOUUU (MurderMix) lyrics

[Verse] I'm from New York, every single day my block hot News 12 we wondering who the cops shot n***as talk too much, they like a hot box And I don't f** with these b**hes they got a hot crotch If you talking crazy then respect ya jaw We ain't fond of p**y n***as tryna call the law Ain't a group of artists, n***a but we all would draw Pica**o with the four, leave you bloody raw Ahh, yeah I had to do the slow flow Keep a hitta, yeah my n***as will go loco Old jawns hate the kid like "he a bozo" I'm always snapping on em like we taking photos Ahh, I could never cuff no hoe Ooouuu, you went from me to my old bro If I want it then I get it, ain't no so-so's Running with the sh** like a n***a's nose cold Too many n***as hopping on Chicago Dicks**ers, n***as need to keep they mouth closed I keep seven by my feet like the Bordeaux's If you acting for the camera, let's make more shows p**y n***a's acting tough, we don't ignore those We know how you really are when them Doors closed You a thot lover, and we don't adore hoes x2 I keep the green on me like in Boston My n***as really Celtic, all ya talking They keep the pole in they bag like they golfing We be balling, n***a word to Spalding I'm known to get a b**h wet like a dolphin Like the Weeknd, n***a, I do this sh** often That's ya b**h, but I f** her when I want it That's why you tryna make me fall like it's Autumn? I'm tryna stack all my money past a couple racks n***as talk more than b**hes, I don't f** with that If you say you took my b**h, Ima laugh at that Ran through her then I pa**ed her back, have some fun with that I'm tryna cop me a Benz n***as always acting for they friends You ain't real lil n***a, you pretend Tell me when the stories gon end Like "I f**ed her," "Yeah I hit a lick," "Yeah I'm making money" n***a you ain't doing sh** You a rookie lil n***a, I ain't new to this When you tryna ball, you know n***as wanna neuter it Ahh, this rap sh** I'm a fool with it Ahh, this trap sh**, I don't fool with it n***as snitching on em themselves I don't do that kid Real G's move in silence, I plead the fifth