Murder she wrote, murder she wrote, murder she wrote
Murder she wrote, murder she wrote, murder she wrote
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder she wrote
No bird, Im pickin peacock trees
Im just trying to raise it up for all to see
Dont play or I send all the Bs
And this bitch tryna get a hold of these bees
I remember ridin around with .223s
But Im thankful for my giving, no knees
Any blunts that we smoke bigger than legs
12 smell em, they tryna pull up and make us leave
Young Thugger be Pillsbury Dough, baby
Young Thugger take a brick and make it snow baby
Young Thugger turn a nine into a ho baby
When you leave Thug, you gotta change the clothes baby
Murder she wrote, murder she wrote, murder she wrote
Murder she wrote, murder she wrote, murder she wrote
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder she wrote
Now ever since I can remember
Ive thugged my car tryna get a couple dollars, woah
Got more handguns than choppers
More choppers than rastas
Got more rastas than followers, woah
You cant go near my style, youse a young thug imposter
Lyin in this jungle, call me Young Thug Mufasa
We just livin life and like a flu car you cop us
And if a nigga bases is loaded, we red sock em
Stop my grind and now Im ridin, Im gone kill your friend
Do it smart, even though its a sin, you wont see the pen
I got work, we get bands and I wont be your man
And if you get it, understand, I said I wont be your man
Murder she wrote, murder she wrote, murder she wrote
Murder she wrote, murder she wrote, murder she wrote
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder she wrote