Текст песни Murder She Wrote - Swiss Gambino

(Koe Go So Crazy)
Bitch
(Aye Rich)
Gang, Grr
Ha, GG

Murder She Wrote
You playing with me, and I'm upping the pole (Huh?)
I just been kicking and shit, with the bros (Damn)
Sending a bitch now she taking your soul (Woo)
Now I've been running through homes and kicking in doors

Fill them with bullets, No stuffing
I got the Chopper singing like it knew David Ruffin
I'm 92 Ain't no discussion, I got a bitch in the 'Boro that fuck with my cousin
Told the bitch I don't do fussin'
We up the Glock on the real, Boy we ain't about the pumping
Ain't about the faking, know a young n**** with boom on the Glock
Make the Earth get to quaking, and Swervo Jamaican
He off the bean, I know shit getting crazy, his dreads get to swinging
Don't got no patience, we can't abide by the book, 'cause a n**** done took out the pages
Don't think that I'm crazy, this shit get to blazing
Might fry me a n****, I'm gone Chick-Fil-A him
She wanting my baby, but that couldn't phase me, the hardest in my section
How I ain't make it?
Make the ground shake
Yea that boy super sweet, and his bitch call him "Poundcake"
Swing on your block 'cause you can't come around and
Word around town you the only one in my way
Better maneuver
You better duck when I see you 'cause I been walking with that Ruger
And bitch I'm a ruler
She sucking dick in the whip, 'cause she know I ain't pulling no Uber
Let's get into it, hop on a beat and I murder 'cause that's the only thing I'm used to
Hop out and move them
Ain't want to move when I told them
Don't worry, I got it, I'll do it
We drop the top on a n****, kick rocks on a n****
But I didn't say that I shoot him
Send your best hitter to try to come get at the gang, 'cause clearly you don't care to lose him
Got a bad bitch twerking all in the front seat
Got my drink spillin' off of that booty
Two freak bitches, revving up in the backseat
It's getting hot I might need me some coolant
Bro got the K, I got a Smith on my waist
Spitting knowledge just like Stephen A.
That's First Take, I got a 6 on my hip shooting 23, Lebron James
Up on his face
Bitch I'm a dog, I might need me some pedigree, I'm Triple H, HBK
Might Sharpshoot me a n****, just stand in the corner and spray
I'm playing chess, we see that boy got a vest so it's really just up from the neck
Hit at his head, Melatonin in the Glock tryna put a bitch n**** to rest (Aye)

Murder She Wrote
You playing with me, and I'm upping the pole (Huh?)
I just been kicking and shit, with the bros (Damn)
Sending a bitch now she taking your soul (Woo)
Now I've been running through homes and kicking in doors