Testo Murder via opus Bishop Lamont

Murder via opus

Shout out to you busty ass bitch ass ye ass niggas though
Only B Lamont came through was like shock these niggas
Back to get your head off

Blood stains on your wood green coagulated
Fitted for the news, fresh tea saturated
Dilated pupils, annihilate the futile
A hundred round drum pop music at your funeral
Chair triggered cubicals squeezed back, it’s beautiful
Rogue mission, smashed Caddy throw full twisted
Seat high, 4-50
Sunset, back trot
Ratchets in the duffle bag, rats in the sand box
Blast from the collar, past nigga we salute it
Murdering these new kids, burn ‘em in the blue shit
Swoop through the jungles, but the pockets and the pumas here
Roam with my pack and my wolves move in unison
But darn nigga zoom in, live through your satellite
Armpit of bones, you might kill it in the public’s eye
I’m from a time when the earth did they turns hit?
Cutthroat killers got fire, no earthquake
Villains turn pires, villains turn wires
Need to stroke on hard and the realest wear wires
Reptile to paraias, rotic to all liars
Spit a bullet by a feedbacks bounce like fighter pop

Silent weapons, cold wars
Bad bitches, souls torch
Missin testin, niggas got extra estrogen
Better equip my condoning flick and keep em all guessin

Silent weapons, cold wars
Bad bitches, souls torch
Missin testin, niggas got extra estrogen
Some of yall niggas actin like bitches

Silent weapons, cold wars
Bad bitches, souls torch
Missin testin, niggas got extra estrogen
Some of yall niggas actin like bitches

Hands up in the air when you see us hit the stage
Keep a heart like eagle heart, the super sub conceal a 12 gage
Take a bite, loose face
I’m so disgusted what you motherfuckers of rappers, plenty contraptions
Lookin life with titious actions
I be like no niggas yall niggas is ass and pubics
You taint your snake, we taited up the music
So mayday, it’s D day
Drop how she makes it pony wait
But these things on your brains, you bitch niggas won’t go away
See these days I’m a family guy
No Peter Griffin but the heat I’m liftin with a glass that keep your punk ass in a V position
Kabluey raise no gooey, I’m just like a full grown Stuey
Cuban on some cool shit yea

Silent weapons, cold wars
Bad bitches, souls torch
Missin testin, niggas got extra estrogen
Better equip my condoning flick and keep em all guessin

Silent weapons, cold wars
Bad bitches, souls torch
Missin testin, niggas got extra estrogen
Some of yall niggas actin like bitches

Silent weapons, cold wars
Bad bitches, souls torch
Missin testin, niggas got extra estrogen
Some of yall niggas actin like bitches

My words are dangerous too, it’s murder via verses
Body of school of rappers, now we in need of some hearses
Shots fired out the pistol, the outlook is dismal
Dash waters on em is baptismal
Put em on display and exploit em, it’s so mistral
Like a barrel in your mouth get red to the pencil
Red blast, serial killer onto my next task
Move light as a baker, I’m making red stap ash
Late at bang, my nuts – I let em hang
My clutch making em swim, got my arte aches as a game
Quality heat, I’ll heat him on something like PF chains
So you are the man they respect when you can’t express
Yo fuck keepin the trigger happy nigga happy
What’s a goon to a legend? Low nigga clap me
I keep it real but don’t confusion
Yall respect the shooter, I respect the nigga who know when to use it

Silent weapons, cold wars
Bad bitches, souls torch
Missin testin, niggas got extra estrogen
Better equip my condoning flick and keep em all guessin

Silent weapons, cold wars
Bad bitches, souls torch
Missin testin, niggas got extra estrogen
Some of yall niggas actin like bitches

Silent weapons, cold wars
Bad bitches, souls torch
Missin testin, niggas got extra estrogen
Some of yall niggas actin like bitches