Lyrics
This is the nine side
(Beatfreakz)
I got the Rollie on my wrist and it's glistenin' (oh-oh-oh)
I don't think that they listenin'
I could hear the snakes in the grass and they hissin' (oh-oh-oh)
I don't think that they listenin'
I'm tellin' them it's murder she wrote, wrote
Murder, murder
See, I'm tellin' them it's murder she wrote, wrote
Murder, murder
I got the Rollie on my wrist and it's glistenin' (oh-oh-oh)
I don't think that they listenin'
I could hear the snakes in the grass and they hissin' (oh-oh-oh)
I don't think that they listenin'
I'm tellin' them it's murder she wrote, wrote
Murder, murder
See, I'm tellin' them it's murder she wrote, wrote
Murder, murder
(Cadet, Cadet, Cadet)
If I step, put my hand up in my pouch (woo)
You better know what I be about (uh)
Can't remember how I met that gyal
Put her leg over her head, man I stretched that gyal
And we got bread, uh
I'm schoolin' these niggas like Ofsted (trust)
Video shoot back with your migos (mama)
But I bruck a nigga up, quick, offset (Cadet, Cadet, Cadet)
If your man wanna, uh
See the hand grabber, uh
Slap his friend then him like Bangala (mad)
She your wife but trust me I can grab her (true)
Make her boyfriend ghost like Angela
Old school gang niggas, no bandana
Black tee, bare jewels like Santana (woo)
And I came here talkin' gully, 'cause I'm gully
All that talk, when you talk, pussy, we nah haffi worry 'bout
I got the Rollie on my wrist and it's glistenin' (oh-oh-oh)
I don't think that they listenin'
I could hear the snakes in the grass and they hissin' (oh-oh-oh)
I don't think that they listenin'
I'm tellin' them it's murder she wrote, wrote
Murder, murder
See, I'm tellin' them it's murder she wrote, wrote
Murder, murder
I got the Rollie on my wrist and it's glistenin' (oh-oh-oh)
I don't think that they listenin'
I could hear the snakes in the grass and they hissin' (oh-oh-oh)
I don't think that they listenin'
I'm tellin' them it's murder she wrote, wrote
Murder, murder
See, I'm tellin' them it's murder she wrote, wrote
Murder, murder
Don't get it twisted, I'm young and minted
I never had a nickel, now my left wrist glistenin'
Wipe out the rival, bygones be bygones
That nigga done me dirty but just don't know when he snitchin'
They wanna know if I'm really on the roads
My watch is very icy, see I nearly caught a cold
I hope he know, see, your main thing, she's a hoe
With my knick knack, paddy whack, I give your girl the bone
Go low, go low, go down
Say she went low cah a nigga got pounds
Come to the ends I can show you around (right now)
I got the Rollie on my wrist and it's glistenin' (oh-oh-oh)
I don't think that they listenin'
I could hear the snakes in the grass and they hissin' (oh-oh-oh)
I don't think that they listenin'
I'm tellin' them it's murder she wrote, wrote
Murder, murder
See, I'm tellin' them it's murder she wrote, wrote
Murder, murder
I got the Rollie on my wrist and it's glistenin' (oh-oh-oh)
I don't think that they listenin'
I could hear the snakes in the grass and they hissin' (oh-oh-oh)
I don't think that they listenin'
I'm tellin' them it's murder she wrote, wrote
Murder, murder
See, I'm tellin' them it's murder she wrote, wrote
Murder, murder
(Beatfreakz)
WRITERS
Blaine Cameron Johnson, Brandon Montel Scott
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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