Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murder fo' Hire, artist - Psychopathic Rydas.
Date of issue: 14.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Murder fo' Hire |
Detroit, mother fucker |
What, bitch? |
It’s easy to have a mother fucker kill |
Watch your back, fool |
Look me up, bitch |
We murderin' for money and we’ll mob on the scene (Come on) |
It’s black trucks bustin' shots in pursuit of the green |
It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT |
It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT |
We don’t accept checks, we only murder for cash |
So put the money in my hand, we’ll put a round in that ass |
It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT |
It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT |
What’s hanging out of your fist grip? |
Cheddar? |
So tell me playa, who is it that you need deaded |
Cause I don’t give a fuck who he is or wher he stay |
Or even his kid’s nams as long as I get paid |
So how you want it? |
Blood soaked or dry? |
As soon as paper hits palm, somebody finna die |
Fetty for murder just one way a Ryda live |
Or I might take your skrilla and pop you bitch |
Hide your bullet, cause I’m out of control and I move fast |
I blow the baby outta stroller for the right amount of cash |
Bullet hold your wife for you, leave the money in the bag |
But then I dump on you from paranoia, you the type to brag |
I keep it dirtay, and stab wounds don’t hurt me |
Wind me up with chedda and then I bust, is how you work me |
And fuck drama, I give a fuck less about her mama |
While she crying at the funeral, we in the Bahamas |
I need the money, bitch |
We murderin' for money and we’ll mob on the scene |
It’s black trucks bustin' shots in pursuit of the green |
It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT |
It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT |
Come out yo' pockets hoe, I’ll get you anything you need |
Murder for hire indeed, come with it |
I’m a one-armed bandit with a sawed off that I keep on the low |
It’s only used for my hitman dough |
Just released to the streets, another mouth you gotta feed |
Homicide, employs me, man, even Rydas gotta eat |
Keep it simple, duffle sack packed with the green shit |
I pitch you with the address, and watch the beef get dealt with |
I’m fresh out the shop and sprayed with cans of paint |
Doin' a buck twenty switching from lane to lane |
That’s when I gotta hear the call somebody wanted to hear |
Somebody with no cash was talkin' some cash shit |
Now when they lay down they gon' stay down to quit |
So I ain’t playin' I’ma dump high clips for mad chips |
In the name of profit I exterminate for the game |
I charge a hundred K a shot, and I got real bad aim |
So get your money, man |
We murderin' for money and we’ll mob on the scene |
It’s black trucks bustin' shots in pursuit of the green |
It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT |
It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT |
We don’t accept checks we only murder for cash (And for the Hatchet) |
So put the money in my hand, we’ll put a round in that ass (Bang) |
It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT |
It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT |
on my two-way, the number is listed |
Just below cold blooded killer, no remorse for the victims |
On call like a doctor I don’t need no fucking scalpel |
My tool is a chopper, in this bitch I’ve made of shrapnel |
I paint the block red up and down with your blood |
And rummage through your pockets to clean out all your goods |
No payment is needed, yo I do this shit for free |
Your blood will be shed, satisfaction guaranteed, bitch |
It’s for the money, pay up, spray up, more green to weigh ya |
My name’s Converse, stay up, load the K up |
Bust nine’s, ring your bell like wind chimes |
Bought a brand new Benz truck with only quarters and dimes |
So when we call for a murder, the super soaker inserter |
Tell your mama get my money or I’m gonna have to squirt her |
Bitch I’m not playin' cut you like I’m DJin' |
Converse will kill them all for the right price payin' |
We murderin' for money and we' mob on the scene |
It’s black trucks bustin' shots in pursuit of the green |
It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT |
It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT |
We don’t accept checks we only murder for cash |
So put the money in my hand, we’ll put a round in that ass |
It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT |
It’s for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT |