Murder V-Nasty (Ft. Kreayshawn)

[Intro]
It's the murderer, it's the murderer
It's the murderer, it's the murderer

[Verse 1: V-Nasty]
Just hit us some stacks, got the pistol in the backpack
One in my hand, leave a nigga with no get-back
I'm on some solid shit, what you niggas callin' it?
You're all diggin' holes, got you niggas fallin' in
You know me and my real niggas show off, we ball off
Late night creepin' in the rental, tinted windows
Got bitches sayin' suspects didn't know
Came back nothing more, leave no witness though
Bad bitches say', "V-Nasty, you a all-star!"
I'm kilin' bitches, come back in a new car
They shot up at my whip but it didn't get 'em far
I'm aimin' at bodies, bitch, I don't shoot at cars!

[Verse 2: Kreayshawn]
Come back on the murder game, Kreayshawn has a thang
Well, that's a big thang
[?] really make a bitch sang
We can make a song if you buy back a chain
Got your bitch ride, whole face blown out
187 on a ho is what I'm talkin' 'bout
[?] poppin' off the couch
She don't believe what we always talkin' bout
Run out, talk shit, get pushed back
White girls got clips like we in Baghdad
We active, a real savage
A murder charge? We ain't have it
We backin' out, just got the passport
We ain't scared of a bitch, passin' Newports
I smoke it slow man, I love to blow, man
I pull my pistol out, and let the trigger pull, man