Murder He Wrote - Chetta ft. Scrim

Road, windows frozen

Riding low, low, low, sitting on low, low, low (Slicky)

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

You did good, $lick

Woah

Hit the road, windows frozen, I'm ghost (I'm ghost, yeah)

Overdose, do the most when I pour (when I pour)

Murder he wrote, wrote full of that dope, dope (full of dope, dope, dope)

Get smoked, smoked, eye through the scope, scope (through the scope, scope)

Riding low, low, sitting on low pro (on low pro)

They holla woah-woah when I hit the north shore (the north shore)

In my zone, zone eyes on the po-po (on the po-po)

Savage mode, mode Lil Cut Throat, throat (Cut Throat)

Yeah you know I'm riding with my head up high

Another day they tryna take my pride

Step aside, let me fortify

Aye, bust they head, with the forty-five

Hot drop, drop top, top drop

Bullets dropping 'cause they hot

Slicky empty out the clip

You see these cuts on my wrist

Life a bitch, knife slit

God-damn, I can't lie, I'm fucking sick

Purple got me feeling funny

Blood money, fifty thousand dollar diamonds

I ain't bust out yet

Creeping, you can't see me ducking in the corner

Paint wet, with that choppa on my lap, that's a bet (yeah, yeah)

Hit the road, windows frozen, I'm ghost (gho-gho-ghost)

Overdose, do the most when I pour (pour, pour, pour)

Murder he wrote, wrote full of that dope, dope (full of dope, dope, dope)

Get smoked, smoked, eye through the scope, scope (scope, scope)

Riding low, low, sitting on low pro (low pro-pro)

They holla woah-woah when I hit the north shore (po, po, po)

In my zone, zone eyes on the po-po (on the po-po)

Savage mode, mode Lil Cut Throat, throat

Break me down to pieces, you know all my rights, yeah

I could never change up, never switch my side, yeah

Split a couple Xans till we feel alright, yeah

Smoking out the pound, oh, that's they feature price, yeah

When I die, bury me where they don't go

Pull up cold on the scene with my eyes low

Savage mode, Cut Throat, let 'em know (let 'em know!)

Let 'em know - I want that motherfucking smoke, smoke

I been outchea getting throwed on the Northside

Family changing, people dying, but it's alright

Money coming, money going, that's the life right? Right, right, right

Always sipping on my problems, need some Hi-Tech

Wipe your tears in your eyes, you can't break that

Keep it real, keep it a hundo, you ain't 'bout that

Say lil bro "I got you 'til my fucking life black"

Hit the road, windows frozen, I'm ghost (I'm ghost, yeah)

Overdose, do the most when I pour (when I pour)

Murder he wrote, wrote full of that dope, dope (full of dope, dope, dope)

Get smoked, smoked, eye through the scope, scope (through the scope, scope)

Riding low, low, sitting on low pro (on low pro)

They holla woah-woah when I hit the north shore (hit the north shore)

In my zone, zone eyes on the po-po (on the po-po)

Savage mode, mode Lil Cut Throat, throat (Cut Throat)

Yeah you know I'm riding with my head up high

Another day they tryna take my pride

Step aside, let me fortify

Aye, bust they head, with the forty-five