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Murder She Wrote (Remix)

by Tay-K

on Aggcess Granted (2017)

[Chorus: Tay-K]
Ran up with some hope and he ran off as a ghost
Chopper with a stock, and a dick, and a scope
She say she was sleep, she say, "Tay-K, now I'm woke"
Come here, bitch, throat, oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse: Tay-K]
Try to play me like a pussy nigga and it won't work
Chopper with the stock, It's gon' kick, but it won't hurt
Turn this bitch sideways, rip him like some homework
Sneak up in his trap under the bed like a monster
Pop up out the cut with the choppa, who's the owner?
Today you're not a trap star, today you are a donor
I don't want to cool it with the thot, I'm tryna bone her
She throw the pussy on me like I put it in a corner
I made a movie with a opp thot, she said I cloned her
She got Stussy on, that bitch basic and this won't work
Every slug hot, like a rapper at a concert
She says peep game, play her like some poker
I said, "Yes" dentist said, "Are you a smoker?"
OG cookies and pussy niggas 'cause I do both
And I asked her what the dick did and murder she wrote
And she wanna give me mo' head, but my dick hurt her throat
Come here, bitch, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Choppa with a stock, and a dick, and a scope
Run up on Lil Tay-K, you ain't runnin', you gon' float
She don't like Bloods, says she never had a LoC
Coppers pull us over then we runnin' like a hoe
And if they get to close, we get to dumpin' like a hoe
Have them doctors cuttin' heads, it's like a pumpkin in this hoe
And my whole gang stackin' like a bunk bed in this hoe

[Chorus: Tay-K]
He ran up with some hope and he ran off as a ghost
Chopper with a stock, and a dick, and a scope
She say she was sleep, she says, "Tay-K, now I'm woke"
Come here, bitch, throat, oh, oh, oh, oh
Come here, bitch, throat, oh, oh, oh, oh
Ch-Chopper with a stock, and a dick, and a scope
Run up-Run up on Lil Tay-K, you ain't runnin', you gon' float
Come here, bitch, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse: Comethazine]
Big 12, 15, 15 for sure
Yeah, that's what I rep and I will pluck you like some nose hair
Never met a Loc that was thuggin' more than I am
That bih wanna fuck me 'cause the blue check on my Gram
I told that bih she gotta blow me first or she can't get nan
Boolin' on the block with five niggas, make it six, man
I can't forget the Glock that I'm holdin' in my right hand
I wish a pussy nigga run up on me, make him float, man
He did not know I had the semi-auto in a coat man
Usually I'm wettin' niggas up like the Pope, man
But if that nigga lucky I might murk his ass with both hands
Pop inside a pussy nigga dreams like the Sandman
And murk him where he lay like a mothafuckin' death bed
Free Tay-K up out that fuckin' jam while ya' can bitch
Before another end up dead up in that jail quick

[Chorus: Tay-K]
He ran up with some hope and he ran off as a ghost
Chopper with a stock, and a dick, and a scope
She say she was sleep, she says, "Tay-K, now I'm woke"
Come here, bitch, throat, oh, oh, oh, oh
Come here, bitch, throat, oh, oh, oh, oh
Ch-Chopper with a stock, and a dick, and a scope
Run up-Run up on Lil Tay-K, you ain't runnin', you gon' float
Come here, bitch, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh