Murder Rate Version Comparison

Main archive lyrics

Intro Future
Wheezy outta here

Chorus
Yeah
I get higher than the murder rate Huh yeah
Shut the fuck up I cant concentrate Huh shit yeah
If he try me today he gon die today
On my knees I been praying for brighter days
Got the meter assist shot a fade away Hoo shit yeah
I be up working all night and day
Your bitch swallow my dick said she proud of me
No one knew me now bitches surrounding me
Aint no new me I wont ever change oh
All my niggas they really stay down for me
Double R SUV and a Range Rove
Ima pull off Im doing a high speed

Verse
Weezy F made it Im finna kill it go ahead and bury it
I got my gun Ima Mariah Carey it
I love the money so much Ima marry it
Dont know how to act I feel like a barbarian
He dont want beef that nigga vegetarian
Gun with a silencer like a librarian
I be the reason all these bitches staring
She swallow my kids not good at parenting
Pay me a hundredfifty for appearances
I got a Lamborghini from the dealership
If I dont buy a car I put it on my wrist Gleam gleam
Rocking red just like Popovich
Shooting like Stockton aint nobody stopping it
They pocket watching aint nobody robbin this
Give him the MAC11 with the cooling kit Oohooh
My niggas coming for you Ooh
My niggas coming for you Ooh
Aint no telling what they gon do
Catch you at the red light pull up vroom
She ride my dick like a witch on a broom
When he walked in we smell bitch in the room
Ayy shoot that dude
Brahbrahbrah coming out that tool

Chorus
Yeah
I get higher than the murder rate Huh yeah
Shut the fuck up I cant concentrate Huh shit yeah
If he try me today he gon die today
On my knees I been praying for brighter days
Got the meter assist shot a fade away Hoo shit yeah
I be up working all night and day
Your bitch swallow my dick said she proud of me
No one knew me now bitches surrounding me
Aint no new me I wont ever change oh
All my niggas they really stay down for me
Double R SUV and a Range Rove
Ima pull off Im doing a high speed

Open Verse

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[Verse]
[00:01.28] Bottle of Percs, sound like maracas, yeah
[00:03.74] Dreads on my head, Waka Flocka, yeah
[00:06.32] I'm in the cut wit' my chopper, yeah
[00:08.44] I'm in my Sprinter and I got 'em sprintin'
[00:10.32] Usain Bolt, bitch, I be winnin', yeah
[00:12.62] She look like Eve to me, 'cause easily, I got your bitch sinnin'
[00:16.42] Yeah, colder than winter
[00:18.08] I put a wood in that bitch, now that bitch got a splinter, yeah
[00:21.28] You is a rat, 6ix9ine-ass nigga, no Master Splinter, yeah
[00:25.62] Bitch, I'm a winner, bitch, I'm the best
[00:27.76] Metta World Peace, like Ron Artest
[00:29.92] Ain't talkin' like a ref, but if you act foul, I'ma hit yo ass wit' this TEC
[00:34.24] Flow so smooth, huh
[00:35.86] Dance in yo' bitch and she lovin' my groove, huh
[00:38.54] She say that I'm so stylish
[00:39.96] She wanna suck my dick while I keep on my shoes, yeah
[00:42.42] Yeah, ayy, Jordan Fours, Fives, Sixes, Sevens and Twos, huh, ayy
[00:47.70] Elevens, Nines, well yeah, I do got a few, huh, ayy
[00:52.38] Let's go, this beat bang like Metro
[00:55.54] Sticky weed like a schedule, huh
[00:57.80] I'm a rockstar, heavy metal, huh
[00:59.90] Pullin' strings, I feel like Geppetto, huh
[01:02.28] I just did a show, let's go, huh
[01:03.68] I'm sendin' money to the ghetto
[01:06.38] Send it back to my daddy, grand folks
[01:08.58] Pull up on him with the new Rambo
[01:10.12] I'ma shoot a nigga with my eyes closed
[01:12.88] Click-clack, bow, reload
[01:15.06] Gun sing like American Idol
[01:17.14] Got my hand on my rifle
[01:19.12] You'll get dropped like a Gangster Disciple
[01:21.52] Nigga, fuck the title
[01:23.44] Merch on her pussy like her pussy Bible
[01:48.14] Uh-uh-uh, uh