Trippie Redd - Murder** lyrics

Pop out with my K, that’s a murder Pop out with my K, that’s a murder Pop out with my K, and imma murk you 1400 b***h What’s a peasant to a king? I can see your reflection through my rings Your b***h all up on my d**k, she want my thing Pop that p***y like a mother f*****g bean I bought this Activis lil n***a need some lean Your b***h giving me head while I’m rolling tree I .., life a breeze Yeah f*****g on that b***h, I hit the beach She ocean ocean water splash all in her jeans I beat that p***y, now she walking crippling She can’t understand why she wobbling her knees It’s big 14 and I can’t give a b***h a thing She get to asking for cash I turn Japanese Uh oh I don’t know what your saying Uh, uh oh got a whole lot of bacon Uh oh pockets on extra caking Talking f**k s**t, out your face you get a face lift Pull up with my choppa, catch a murder Pop out with my K, and imma murk you Pop out with my choppa, it’s a murder Pop out with my K, and imma murk you Murk you