Murder Rate 2 by Retro JB Lyrics
(Verse 1: Retro JB)
When we run up on you better duck
Ain’t no dissing I don’t give a fuck
Them bitches they knowing Wassup
Im a big dog Little N*gga you a pup
She ride on my d*ck like a horse
With the whip he jumped out the Porsche
We riding deep no Honda Accord
Can’t Fuck with no N*ggas they bores
(Verse 2: LNFDukee)
N*gga stop acting so hard you know you ain’t about it you know you a P*ssy, Fucking the Bitch and she giving me Cookie, Hit from the back She say he a rookie, Double my cup I’m sipping on Joker, Run up on me this Glock gone poke him, I love getting money I love when I’m sober, You ride around to Mars I ride in the Rover, They know the factory, I be jacking my jeans so the ones who be jacking me, He charged like a Battery, He think burn wheat until I burn his calories, You gone need a factory, You know you ain’t hard you know you ain’t after me, So N*gga stop capping please, My Shooters gone kill if you thinking you after me
(Verse 3: Retro JB)
Glock Twenty-Six get a N*gga knocked off
Running through Walls like Hot Sauce
Bad Bitches want to get a N*gga topped off
She In the Room she said Chow-Chow
Stop flexing N*gga you done lost
N*ggas talking they ain’t finna pop out
N*ggas dumb like the fuck is you doing
I’m fucking two hoes and I do it congruent
She In my Bed she got to Drooling
Ball up in Queens Like Patrick Ewing
(Verse 4: Retro JB)
I don’t want your H*e you can keep her
Got bodies on me like a reaper
My AR it still gotta peeper
You know when I shoot it’s lethal
My brother shoot the chopper like he Stupid
Fell in love with the bag like Cupid
Let’s switch up the whips leave him clueless
I switched up the Whips left him Clueless
When we run up on you better duck
Ain’t no dissing I don’t give a fuck
Them bitches they knowing Wassup
Im a big dog Little N*gga you a pup
She ride on my d*ck like a horse
With the whip he jumped out the Porsche
We riding deep no Honda Accord
Can’t Fuck with no N*ggas they bores
(Verse 2: LNFDukee)
N*gga stop acting so hard you know you ain’t about it you know you a P*ssy, Fucking the Bitch and she giving me Cookie, Hit from the back She say he a rookie, Double my cup I’m sipping on Joker, Run up on me this Glock gone poke him, I love getting money I love when I’m sober, You ride around to Mars I ride in the Rover, They know the factory, I be jacking my jeans so the ones who be jacking me, He charged like a Battery, He think burn wheat until I burn his calories, You gone need a factory, You know you ain’t hard you know you ain’t after me, So N*gga stop capping please, My Shooters gone kill if you thinking you after me
(Verse 3: Retro JB)
Glock Twenty-Six get a N*gga knocked off
Running through Walls like Hot Sauce
Bad Bitches want to get a N*gga topped off
She In the Room she said Chow-Chow
Stop flexing N*gga you done lost
N*ggas talking they ain’t finna pop out
N*ggas dumb like the fuck is you doing
I’m fucking two hoes and I do it congruent
She In my Bed she got to Drooling
Ball up in Queens Like Patrick Ewing
(Verse 4: Retro JB)
I don’t want your H*e you can keep her
Got bodies on me like a reaper
My AR it still gotta peeper
You know when I shoot it’s lethal
My brother shoot the chopper like he Stupid
Fell in love with the bag like Cupid
Let’s switch up the whips leave him clueless
I switched up the Whips left him Clueless