Murda She Wrote Lyrics - Duflocka Rant 2 - Waka Flocka Flame

[Verse 1:] 

You dealin' with El Chapo, bricks like a fast speedboat 

Fucked the city up like a pussy, I grabbed her by the throat 

Have you ever seen a Mexican from the slums rockin' mink a coat? 

I bust because I need more, you drownin' tryna stay afloat 

I'm dancin' like a fool, my diamonds so ice cold 

My lifestyle, Mafioso, I pulled up in that two-door 

Ride forth through them slums and you know I keep them drums 

Joseph keep that K, and Psycho keep that long 

When I reel bands, I'm on that Freebandz shit 

Try by broad day, I'm on that Flocka shit 

Show me where his mama live, I don't play that fuck shit 

Everybody know I'm true to this 

This that life I chose to live... 

[Hook:] 

Shootout, we undefeated 

Dumb fuck nigga (squad) we don't need it 

He went out with a pack, I can't believe that (stupid) 

But now where his mama workin', where she sleepin? 

Murda she wrote - bricks take a fast speed, so 

Every time my phone rings - c-notes 

65, 000 for a brick of dope - they don't want no Reekos 

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[Verse 2:] 

Grove Street nigga ain't no changin' me 

You little rappers at 'em, where them gangstas be? 

I fuck your girl, she thankin' me 

My shootouts they make history, muggin' won't do shit to me 

My shooters they right next to me 

Up ahead, may you rest in peace 

I'm ridin' with all felonies, guess that's just the thug in me 

My Phantom Ghost Monopoly, it's 65, you want a key 

Hit the lights, I seen the folks 

Make it rain like Rex Roe 

El Diego if you want an elbow 

We got it for the low 

Gangbangin', robbin' niggas, then we sellin' blow 

Takin' all day, man, my youngins lettin' forties go 

These niggas know, we gon' show that 

Throw bands in the club, we gon' throw that (dope money) 

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[Hook] 

[Verse 3:] 

The street's fucked up, I'm 'bout to up the price 

65, 000 for a brick of white 

I took a 9 out, I never do it right 

Remix remix remix and let 'em take flight 

Young Scooter, yeah, I live a dope boy life 

I'm talkin' 20 shootouts and not even hit yet 

65 licks, I done hit that 

If you want 65 bricks you could get that 

Interstate 65, I done jumped it 

Lil' Mexico City where my 'hood at 

Shootout (shootout) drug house (yeah) 

Me and Flocka Flame 'bout to cash out 

[Hook]