Lyrics Pt. II Murder They Wrote - Southside

Icy, icy my rollie
Bitch drinking my potion
Still hot swear that shit won't leave
Still hot swear that shit won't leave
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote

Over time over drive
I'm geekin' lil bitch and I swear I'm high
You niggas gon' drink the whole well drive
This choppa on me take a well down
Charter a dog hell hound
She stood me back up when I fell down
She bought me when she need a bell
My rollie look I done sailed out
We keep it One thousand won't sell out
They walk round pack with they till out
I'm still the same nigga but, hell nah
So heavy i'm breaking the scale down
My young niggas like to throw shells out
You caught you a stripe with the reals out
Atlanta for really we the reals out
Atlanta for real on the reals out
I've been, thinking bout a lot of shit
Get money never trust a bitch
Confusing bullet proof a rich
Got money and em perkys ich
I just threw it in the mix
Fuck em both and then we switch
Skit they throats and then we split

Icy, icy my rollie
Bitch drinking my potion
Still hot swear that shit won't leave
Still hot swear that shit won't leave
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote

Charged static count it with a passion
Niggas really mad I started rapping
My young said he'd never quit trapping
He said he really family with it
I see you once drop a bag and snatch it
R J Mello legend like they did it
Ain't know daddy good with mathematics
I'm trying to teach him about the back stabbing
I had to show them folks the real me
Them crackers tried to pay to seal me
Them hating niggas trying to kill me
I know my real ones really feel me
Got plenty money and I'm still me
Them niggas extra tell them "Chill b"
My youngins with us they filthy
I would not let a bitch milk me
I swear I'm focused and i'm at the ring
Them niggas cappin' he ain't matching shit
You bitches broke
You ain't stacking shit
I'm on you niggas since we back to this
You popin' thinking I won't grab your bitch
Them niggas pull up tryn splat and miss
You niggas shouldn't of really took that risk
Them niggas know we on that crooked shit

Icy, icy my rollie
Bitch drinking my potion
Still hot swear that shit won't leave
Still hot swear that shit won't leave
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote