Young Scooter - Murda She Wrote lyrics

[Verse 1: Cartel MGM] You dealin' with El Chapo, bricks like a fast speedboat f**ed the city up like a p**y, I grabbed her by the throat Have you ever seen a Mexican from the slums rockin' a mink coat? I bust because I need more, you drownin' tryna stay afloat I'm dancin' like a fool, my diamonds so ice cold My lifestyle, Mafioso, I pulled up in that two-door Ride forth through them slums and you know I keep them drums Joseph keep that K, and Psycho keep that pump Ran out with them bands, I'm on that Freebandz sh** Drive-by broad day, I'm on that Flocka sh** Show me where his mama live, I don't play that f** sh** Everybody know I'm true to this This that life I chose to live… [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] Shootouts, we undefeated Them f** n***as (squad) we don't need that He ran off with a pack, I can't believe that (stupid) Found out where his mama work and where she sleep at Murda she wrote – bricks take a fast speed Smoke every time my phone rings – c-note 65,000 for a brick of dope – they don't want no Reekos [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] Real street n***a ain't no changin' me You where the rappers at I'm where them gangstas be I f** your girl, she thankin' me My shootouts they make history, muggin' won't do sh** to me My shooters they right next to me Up ahead, make you rest in peace I'm ridin' with all felonies, guess that's just the thug in me My Phantom ghost Monopoly, it's 65, you want a key Hit the lights, I seen the folks Make it rain on Rex Road El Diego if you want an elbow We got it for the low Gangbangin', robbin' n***as, and we sellin' blow Takin' all day, man, my youngins lettin' forties go These n***as know, we gon' show that Thirty bands in the club, we gon' throw that (blow money) [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] [Verse 3: Young Scooter] The street's f**ed up, I'm ‘bout to up the price 65,000 for a brick of white I took a 9 out, I never do it right R-r-r-remix, remix, remix and let ‘em take flight Young Scooter, yeah, I live a dope boy life I'm talkin' 20 shootouts and ain't been hit yet 65 licks, I done hit that If you want 65 bricks you could get that Interstate 65, I done jumped it Lil' Mexico City where my ‘hood at Shootout (shootout) drug house (yeah) Me and Flocka Flame ‘bout to cash out [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]