Текст песни SEX, MONEY, & MURDER (feat. Ljduhgoat2X & K-Treezy) - Vonne2x

If it's a crime If it's a crime
Yeah, yeah, yeah If it's a crime
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Come get a bang, for yo, buck from the trap house, moving slow

Yeah, is it wrong for me to stab my brother in the back just for the lo
Yeah, is it wrong for me to stab my brother in the back just for the dough
Yeah, I put my head down to keep pushing shit just on my own
My trap house pushing out that white just like it's Kim K

I came up in this bitch, I'm spinning shit just like a Beyblade
Big B, Bitch, I'm bleeding blood, lil' nigga, I'm in that chain gang
You cross that line, get faded up, lil' nigga, I ain't playing no game
Nigga, shake your hand and stab you in your back, I hope you ready

Yeah, my young nigga shooting shit, I hope you know them niggas deadly
Y'all niggas sweet as hell, I put you on that bread just like some jelly
Crazy motherfucker in my head, I planning shooting shit like melly
I'm rolling smoking, smoking blunts just to keep my mind straight

Yeah, shawty on my phone, she texting begging, giving me mind games
All this shit up in my head, I can't even think I getting migraines
I'm popping percs back to keep my mind straight for like nine days
We sitting back smoking weed, I feel like I signed a deal to Taylor Gang

It's crazy, niggas will sell their soul to get the money and the fucking fame
These voices in my head, they keep on telling me, keep pushing mane
I wonder if these niggas know that I can't even stand the rain
Hold on, yeah, yeah, sex, murder, money, guns

Niggas know we shoot for fun, we gon' hawk his ass down
Pussy boy, you better not run, when it come to family, nigga, you know we ain't running one
Put that belt up to your ass, I'm your daddy, y'all niggas my son
How you say you hate me, but you love me, man, how'd that shit go

We could see a red light, Treezy, don't care, he don't go
If we catch a opp, lackin, I don't care, you know I'ma blow
I don't care how fast the beat is, you know I hop on it and flow
I don't spend in your block, I spin like the Matrix

I just shooting the drac, you know the drac hit
Shooting you with the drac and it hit like a fake bitch
Diss on luh lj, you get hit in yo face bitch
Try looking for me goin take bout eight trips

Been Punchin' on niggas since I was in grade six
Been locked in them chains, you know I had to take risks
I had niggas lookin' froze, he look like a waitress
I see a lock, I guess I'm the key

I see a bitch, now she up on her knees
I see a opp I wip his nose, he sneeze
I see a opp pull the trigger and squeeze
I see a rat took a bite, to that cheese

Catch a opp lackin now he screamin' out please
Who that, lil baby, this ain't California breeze
We out ten block and we call him treez
Ayy, committing crimes, I feel like Al Capone

Playin' with that gang, then you know we gotta send him home
Finna pick you up for this drill, you better leave your phone
Fye, fye, fye, nigga, play he got hit in his dome
Sex, money, murder, sex, money, murder

Say you got a name, but you somebody we ain't heard of
And you can't come around us if you lackin' where your burner
Niggas got no name, well, I guess you better earn one
Gang, ayy, we done did some silent drills

I ain't told a soul, cause it's serious, it's really real
Spazz out up in public, know they wonderin' what's wrong with Li
I be really tryna chill, but y'all make me wanna
Make me wanna take a face, I need to get up out this place

Real shooters don't leave no trace, ain't rockin' with no rats or snakes
My big brother caught a case, he in the penitentiary
You don't know nothin' about my life, please do not mention me, nigga