YNW Melly - Murder On My Mind lyrics
Ain't get to roll no weed, ain't get to roll no swishers I was locked up on Christmas, ain't get to see my n***as Ain't get to hug my mama, couldn't even give her no kisses Can't even post on my Instagram 'cause these p**y n***as be snitching Everybody acting suspicious, my prolly say that I'm tripping When I'm all alone in my jail cell I tend to get in my feelings And all I smoke is that loud, don't pa** me no midget I'ma smoke all of my pain away 'cause that the only thing gone heal it And I don't understand these woman who go around pretending as if they really f** with me, so I love 'em all with a distance 'Cause the same b**h say she down to ride be the main one who tricking Got Molly mixed with Pomethazine cause every time I Wake up in the morning I got murder on my mind AK47, MAC-11, Glocks, and 9s And all these p**y n***as hating tryna knock me off my grind, but I can't let 'em do it I got murder on my mind b**h I got murder on my mind (I got murder on my mind), I got murder on my mind (murder on my mind) I got murder on my mind (i got murder on my mind ), I got murder on my mind I got murder on my mind Yellow tape around his body, it's a f**ing homicide His face is on a T-Shirt and his family traumatized I didn't even mean to shoot 'em, he just caught me by surprise I reloaded my pistol, co*ked it back, and shot it twice His body dropped down to the floor and he had teardrops in his eyes He grabbed me by my hands and said he was afraid to die I told 'em it's to late my friend, its time to say "Goodbye" And he died inside my arms, blood all on my shirt Wake up in the morning I got murder on my mind AK47, MAC-11, Glocks, and 9s And all these p**y n***as hating tryna knock me off my grind, but I can't let 'em do it I got murder on my mind b**h I got murder on my mind (I got murder on my mind), I got murder on my mind (murder on my mind) I got murder on my mind (i got murder on my mind ), I got murder on my mind I got murder on my mind Bible tarantula, b**h I'ma animal Melly a savage, no he not no amateur Baby name Angela, f**ed her on camera b**h I'ma murderer I might just k** the boy Don't wanna k** the boy Bake 'em up, say he want beef, we gone grill the boy Grill the boy (grill the boy) I'm looking so good I'ma k** his a**, hand me the stidable Murder on my mind I got murder on my mind, murder on my mind I got murder on my mind, I got murder on my mind I got murder on my mind, I got murder on my mind Wake up in the morning I got murder on my mind AK47, MAC-11, Glocks, and 9s And all these p**y n***as hating tryna knock me off my grind, but I can't let 'em do it I got murder on my mind b**h I got murder on my mind (I got murder on my mind), I got murder on my mind (murder on my mind) I got murder on my mind (i got murder on my mind ), I got murder on my mind I got murder on my mind