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[intro]
ha, yeah
(it’s strictly murder business, n+gga) yeah
(free yurda) six, n+gga (uhhh)
aye, ?, you goin’ too crazy

[verse 1]
uh, let’s get the business clear (six)
my brother died, yo’ brother died, we all dropped a tear (dropped a tear)
when i’m in traffic, i got shooters trailin’ in my rear (in my rear)
that other rapper not in jacksonville ’cause we flipped his whip (ace)
uh, ha, let’s talk ’bout news4jax (news4jax)
we dropped 3 bodies, we the hottest, smokin’ brand new pack (go)
i did the hit, or i could sit back and just drop the racks (no cap)
thе biggest opp in my city, and i’m statin’ facts (no cap)
n+gga, uh, let’s talk ’bout paperwork (papеrwork)
you say you told ’cause you wasn’t in the streets at first? (dot)
that mean yo’ b+tch ass was a mice ever since yo’ birth (jdot)
this gunshot wound ain’t do sh+t but make me pop more percs (haha)
i saw my k!ller miss his shot, i swear it made me worse (made me worse)
b+tch, i’m in my biggest bag, like a birkin purse (birkin purse)
that getback a mothaf+cka’, i know lil’ sosa hurt (sosa)
now, b+tch, go cry wit’ yo’ cousin at that f+ckin’ church (hahahaha)

[chorus]
huh, d+mn, we gon’ k!ll ’em all
my brother died, yo’ brother died, karma due to all (i swear)
huh, hmm, we gon’ all cry (we all cry)
meet me at the h+ll gates, we gon’ all die (n+gga)
[verse 2]
behind tint, ‘finna spin again (‘rrrah)
god, forgive us for our sins (for our sins)
me and max got two splats, we four deep on murder biz (murder biz)
’bout bibby, sh+t won’t never stop (never stop)
’til i k!ll the biggest opp
gen 5 on my side, to the left of me, my fully chop (brrt, bop, bop, bop)
whole city know how we rock (how we rock)
ccg, won’t see no doc’
got body counts on every gun, i fell in love wit’ stolen glocks (‘rrrah)
we fell in love wit’ k!llin’ n+ggas
no lil’ fish, k!ll the biggest n+gga
yeen’ heard, we k!ll the k!llers
you a opp, crop ’em out the picture
extortion, n+gga, uh, yo’ lease up
dodge durango wit’ a hemi, this’ll f+ck the streets up (ayy)
from the west, to the east, we done turnt the beef up
we just f+cked over a opp, now i’ma f+ck this beat up
hunnid k!llers at the table talkin’ body counts (body count)
they know how we rock and roll, move, and bounce (and bounce)
you catch that f+ck n+gga on that block, lil’ bro, bl!ck him down (down)
i wanna hear his car crash and some choppa sounds (bop, bop, bop, bop)
baby drac’ my baby k, i named it champagne papi (champagne papi)
any n+gga you see ’round me, then they caught a body (caught a body)
high speed chases, jso can’t catch this stolen ‘rari (stolen ‘rari)
screamin’ “murder, murder, murder,” that’s my favorite hobby, n+gga (murder, murder, murder, murder, n+gga)
[chorus]
huh, d+mn (six), we gon’ k!ll ’em all (k!ll ’em all)
my brother died, yo’ brother died, karma due to all (i swear)
huh, hmm, we gon’ all cry (we gon’ all cry)
meet me at the h+ll gates, we gon’ all die

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