SlimeSito - Murder on my Mind lyrics

[Intro] Glock hot but you know I still carry On front street but you know I'm not scary Glock hot but you know I still carry On front street but you know I'm not scary Glock hot but you know I still carry On front street but you know I'm not scary These ni**as rapping about that sh*t but I live it I'm going hard as fu*k, can't be a statistic I'm counting plata yeah I'm getting them digits Got a full clip and you know I'm gon' rip it He violated so you know I'm gon' dip him He a loose tie so- (DJ Phat drop that sh*t) Aye (And this beat from Cash not from YouTube) Blat, blat Fifty (DJ Phat) Yeah, rich slime Aye [Chorus] Got murder on my mind Thirty-one shots in the Glock .29 Just caught a opp now I'm pouring up lines Back of the back and the seat gon' recline Swiping the card til' I see it decline All of my ni**as they throwing up rich slime Can't fu*k with these ni**as, these ni**as be swine I'm sliming that ni**a, he acting too kind Got big rocks on my wrist, can't see the time Just slid on his block and I'm toting that G .9 Foreign b*tch with me, you know she a dime Seventeen shooters with me and they slime African diamonds on me, they gon' shine I just took your b*tch now she throwing up rich slime Shades on my face but you know that I'm not blind The pack on the way and you know that sh*t on time [Verse] Getting that sack like I play on the o-line Yeah we be sending hail mary's Just shot the clip now the ni**a act scary I'm on the scene but I ain't talking about Perry Been trapping hard as fu*k til' I had a Blackberry Chopper all black like Larry Got a trap b*tch, she ain't tryna' get married On T.V. but I ain't talking about [?] Glock hot but you know I still carry On front street but you know I'm not scary These ni**as rapping about that sh*t but I live it I'm going hard as fu*k, can't be a statistic I'm counting plata yeah I'm getting them digits Got a full clip and you know I'm gon' rip it He violated so you know I'm gon' dip him He a loose tie so you know I'm gon' clip him [Chorus] Got murder on my mind Thirty-one shots in the Glock .29 Just caught a opp now I'm pouring up lines Back of the back and the seat gon' recline Swiping the card til' I see it decline All of my ni**as they throwing up rich slime Can't fu*k with these ni**as, these ni**as be swine I'm sliming that ni**a, he acting too kind Got big rocks on my wrist, can't see the time Just slid on his block and I'm toting that G .9 Foreign b*tch with me, you know she a dime Seventeen shooters with me and they slime African diamonds on me, they gon' shine I just took your b*tch now she throwing up rich slime Shades on my face but you know that I'm not blind The pack on the way and you know that sh*t on time [Outro] S.I.P. man Sipping in peace (Crashout boyz)