Murda She Wrote Lyrics

Try to creep up if you want

My hittas stay rolling they ready to smoke

I got a 2-way and I never use it

Unless your life worth it

Cause I'm down to blow

No time for creeping

I'm too busy chasing the money and stacking

Like I'm banging with O

Ion see nothing but fear in his eyes

But I'm still hopping out and I'm letting it go

I can not stand a creeper

I'm sweeping shit up with a broom

I do not trust 'em either

It's a trap if I let you up close

I got a Lil threat from a text now number

1 in the morning

And I know you know

All it took was my name and address

Smerk on my face

Now I'm ready to blow

I can not stand a creeper

I'ma squish him like I do a roach

Strapped up and I'm riding Zoe

Money chasing is all that we know

Play around and get took for a joke

Yea we upping and playing with poles

Have my money when you approaching my door

'Cus if it's not then it's murder she wrote

Try to creep up if you want

I'ma be cracking yo dome

Money turn niggas to hoes

And I done gave niggas the most

How you gon creep on your bro

Seen it coming

That's why I let you close

I got my hammer

And my foot in the door

Nothing else cus it's Murda she wrote

Try to creep up if you want

I'ma be cracking yo dome

Money turn niggas to hoes

And I done gave niggas the most

How you gon' creep on your bro

Seen it coming

That's why I let you close

I got my hammer

And my foot in the door

Nothing else when I up me this pole