Murder Rate Blueface (Ft. Polo G)

[Intro]
(Ayy, Manzo, we got a hit, boy)
(Shout out my nigga Synco)
(Ooh, Bighead on the beat)

[Verse 1: Polo G]
I done lost 8K at the telly, was gone off the Xannys, I took about three nap
Out in Malibu cappin' off X, and I crashed the i8, I just hope I don’t relapse
That lil' nigga ain't livin’ what he rap
When we pop out, bitch, you know that we strapped
Let off clips on your block, let the heat clap
I'm not gon' turn on the news for a recap
Ayy, damn, foenem got the jakes hot in the hood again
My lil' shawty done tied up his hood again
Let him pick out his pipe and he took the SIG
Say he want somethin' new in his 'Wood again
Leave a nigga somewhere that he shouldn't have been
Told him, "Go fuck with they block and spazz"
"I don't wanna hear what you could’ve did"

[Verse 2: Blueface]
Fifty (Fifty), shots (Graow)
Mini-man in a mini van (Mini-man)
Blueface, baby (Yeah, aight)
Polo, G-Wagen (2020)
Keep it on me in case Joe try to butt in (Hah)
I hop out a luxury bustin’ (Bustin')
I get you hit from London (London)
For a hundred, they gon’ shoot a hundred
Ha-ha, he got chipped like a Funyun (Ooh)
Now he dead and I'm dickin' his pumpkin (Pumpkin)
Ayy, ooh (Woo), she blowin' dick like a trumpet (Ooh)
Bitch, don’t call me for nothin' (Nothin')
I ain't comin' 'less I'm cummin' (Bustin')
Drive the boat like a bucket (Ha-ha)
I put dick in her stomach