Lyrics commit murder - Cole Benzo, Still

commit murder

Come my way you ain’t about it homie
Hear they talking hard, I shout it out that I be doubting fully
Scribing that they finna try to plot
You ain’t crazy as them anecdotal notes I jot, funny
You can’t roll with us because we burning crack rocks
Talk about the cops and imma get to get you got
Caution bitch you fucking with the set
Trudging to get wrecked
I’m thuggin through the bludgeons on my way to running checks
Spirits be the peers mysteriously full of mock woe
They lovin all the summons in the summer cause I’m hot hoe
Dousin down the trousers, feel a real one you are not bro
Existing like a cyst I need a fist to make it pop slow
Why can’t thy, get to keelin over sly like
Never can I, tell a motherfucker I like
To sever them heads
Blades to they necks
Sharin the love, I let my dagger give pecks
I’m just wanting to commit murder
I just want to cut these fuckers stuff em in a burger
See em squirmin I said
Stuffing these bluffin corn dogs in my oven
The feds come my shoulders stay shruggin
Victim muffins for me, I stay pluckin they teeth
When ya face see me I ain’t duckin' (I ain’t duckin')
I’m just wanting to commit murder
I just want to cut these fuckers stuff em in a burger
Every time I catch a body whole squad finna turn up
Barbecue them problems cause ya boi ain’t ever burn em
Whachu kno about me