MURDER-1 Robb Bank$

[Intro]
Back at it
(I'm working on dying)

[Chorus]
Yeah, show me what you working with
Stop playing games, like you never heard of me
All on your fake page, steady lurking me
Murder one up on that pussy, commit first degree, yeah, perjury
Perjuring myself, when it comes to anything, my love (love)
Breaking up to make up, so I'm learning that I'm salty (salt)
Hit you on your lunch break, baby, look out for my call (call)
I'm selling snail salts, I'm the king of the mouthpiece (mwah)

[Verse 1]
I'm so toxic, I might call up **** (Cryin')
I'm so not shit, I might fuck on soft (I swear)
I can turn you into my little tenderoni (Yeah)
Cut my hair like Ginuwine, and buy a pony
She act like a thot, but that face of Aaliyah haunting
For real though, boo, you giving Sade, I do and I love you
Need some status in your life, baby, fuck 'round with the bosses
Play your cards right, you fuck around with my offspring
Tie my shoes up in Atlanta, ridin' with twenty rugers, bitch
I had learned the rules, when I was junior, I know when to hit
Had to bust my tool and stick and move, before I bust a lick
I'm suited up and booted up, it don't get much flyer than this
TTG, we trained to go, my nigga, fuck the other side
Sucked her titties so long, that I left her implants lopsided
Church of Femto, pour the Wock in the pool and got baptized
Just fucked a broke nigga, then fucked me, that pussy gentrified