Murder on the Gram Yavid (Ft. Paper Lovee)

Money phone he flexin on the gram
On the phone sendin money to the can
Murder on the gram boi there's murder on the gram
Fake pistol and he posin for the gram
Moneygram and I haveta phone it in
Fuck is you sayin boi Fuck is you sayin
I can get ya stabbed where you stand
I can you hit you up and your man
Murder on the gram
Boi there's murder on the gram
I can get your girl and your fam
Dont make me get in world again
Murder on the gram
Boi there's murder on the gram
3 cars 3 pads
No deal no advance
Y'all boys can rap
Ill w rap
Glock 9 won't jam
Keep it quiet w the fram
Y'all boiz can act
But I made a pact
Free E and D black
Free J and dike stat
Boi reached his hand out to help me I ended up chewin it
Why you wanna lose the shit
Why you think its cool to snitch
Boi we both know you had a real good life you wanna lose the bitch
Fuck around w goons and shit have you on the news at 6
Blood on my hands
Got Blood on my hands
You post pictures w a chain
You robbin for fame
Death before dishonor
Do what thou wilt
I don't want the money from the take
I want the blood from the kill