Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murderers, artist - YBS Skola. Date of issue: 23.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Murderers |
| The streets kept askin' for it |
| You dig? |
| Park Heights to the 'Ville, YG Teck, what the fuck it is? |
| Elijah |
| I get sky-high every night |
| Keep the strap with me like a dyke |
| Up Next died at the light |
| Shit can never ever be right |
| Lot of niggas fightin' big charges |
| But some of 'em got bikes |
| I hire lawyers off and get green dots |
| I ain’t really flyin' no kites |
| You ain’t never shared no cells |
| Had residue on that scale |
| You ain’t try hard and you failed |
| I done been through this shit for real |
| I’m still sendin' scripts through |
| I ain’t got time to send mail |
| I done helped niggas make bail |
| I done got niggas killed |
| Swear I been in the trenches with the murderers |
| Can’t be from the city and ain’t heard of us |
| Dope crowds on the back block, it get dangerous |
| YBS, we the Shinners, ain’t a stain on us, yeah |
| I really hold court in these streets |
| I done put niggas on they feet |
| If I call a nigga my brother |
| Then you know I helped niggas eat |
| I’m really young, doin' what I want |
| I’ll buy a bitch what she want (It ain’t nothin) |
| I’m a trap boy |
| Fuck it up and get it right back, this shit ain’t 'bout nothin' |
| I was down, now I’m ballin' on niggas |
| Stand on mine, I ain’t callin' a nigga |
| Waited in line, now I’m shinin' on niggas |
| Nigga press me, then I’m ironin' a nigga |
| Got a bitch down the hill and she fat as a bitch |
| Pullin' up on her in traffic and shit |
| She a twin but I know that it’s her when I see her brown ass |
| By the walk and a tat on her wrist |
| Skola and Teck 'bout to walk on this bitch |
| Like a light switch, I’m goin' off on this bitch |
| Pull up, double parkin' my shit |
| Twenty pack on me light, still talkin' my shit |
| Got the Heights on my back, city know who I am |
| I don’t give a fuck, niggas know I’m the man |
| And I just put a thirty clip up in this forty |
| Get furred with this bitch and I know it won’t jam, boy |
| I get sky-high every night |
| Keep the strap with me like a dyke |
| Up Next died at the light |
| Shit can never ever be right |
| Lot of niggas fightin' big charges |
| But some of 'em got bikes |
| I hire lawyers off and get green dots |
| I ain’t really flyin' no kites |
| You ain’t never shared no cells |
| Had residue on that scale |
| You ain’t try hard and you failed |
| I done been through this shit for real |
| I’m still sendin' scripts through |
| I ain’t got time to send mail |
| I done helped niggas make bail |
| I done got niggas killed |
| Swear I been in the trenches with the murderers |
| Can’t be from the city and ain’t heard of us |
| Dope crowds on the back block, it get dangerous |
| YBS, we the Shinners, ain’t a stain on us, yeah |
| My Audemar diamonds too bright |
| I mix the lean with the Sprite |
| I keep the glizzy, ain’t got time to fight |
| My diamonds do hit when you turn off the light |
| Fresh off the D, dip and dab with the white |
| Plug in LA and he sent in them pounds |
| He gon' straight send 'em down if I tell him the name |
| My nigga from Philly that sell me the lean |
| He just brought me some pints, so I shout out to Mike |
| We in the trenches with them sticks, you will get murdered |
| From the Heights up to the 'Ville, so many murderers |
| Off of this single with Teck, I’ma go cop a Patek, hell yeah |
| Then I’m gon' get some baguettes, put them shits right in my neck, hell yeah |
| I get sky-high every night |
| Keep the strap with me like a dyke |
| Up Next died at the light |
| Shit can never ever be right |
| Lot of niggas fightin' big charges |
| But some of 'em got bikes |
| I hire lawyers off and get green dots |
| I ain’t really flyin' no kites |
| You ain’t never shared no cells |
| Had residue on that scale |
| You ain’t try hard and you failed |
| I done been through this shit for real |
| I’m still sendin' scripts through |
| I ain’t got time to send mail |
| I done helped niggas make bail |
| I done got niggas killed |
| Swear I been in the trenches with the murderers |
| Can’t be from the city and ain’t heard of us |
| Dope crowds on the back block, it get dangerous |
| YBS, we the Shinners, ain’t a stain on us, yeah |
| You know what’s goin' on |
| You heard me, say you heard me |
| Say you see me clearly, you hear me clearly |
| You ain’t never seen no shit like this, nigga |
| Shine up with no excuses |
| That’s what I’m tryna tell you, though |
| Worm ass niggas, yeah |