IT’S MURDA! (PRESSURE)*

Lyrics from Instagram Live

[Intro: [?]]

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray to the lord my soul to keep

If I should die before I wake

I pray to the Lord, my soul to take

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray to the lord my soul to keep

If I should die before I wake

I pray to the Lord, my soul to take

[Pre-Chorus: Scrim & Brad Douriff]

Yeah, shoot 'em up

(It's a Smash)

Yeah, shoot 'em down

Yeah, shoot 'em up

Yeah, shoot 'em up (Ha-ha-ha-ha)

Yeah, shoot 'em up (Woah)

Shoot 'em up (Let's get it)

Shoot 'em up

[Chorus: Scrim]

Murder up on my mind

It's murda (Murda)

Murder up on my mind

It's murda (Murda)

Murder up on my mind

It's murda (Murda)

Murder up on my mind

It's murda (Murda)

Let's get it

Drugged up, I don't give a fuck (Let's get it)

You know I'm high off the cup

All of these weapons, if I could just [?] I send them to Heaven like God (Murda)

I'm gettin' high off the gun smoke

[?]

Welcome to Hell, every man for himself, you know in my city it's [?] (Murda)

All of my vices, they hauntin' me

I know the Devil stay warnin' me (Murda)

Sign of the cross, get up off of me

Gun on my hip like it's part of me (Murda)

Shoot 'em, then walk away, pardon me

All of my bitches are harmin' me

They might fuck him but they wanted me

Blowin' my bands at the pharmacy

They know it's murda when I hit the town

I throw up them three's and bring out them rounds

[?] I got my [?]

[?]

[?] ice in my chains

[?] don't know my age

[?] for me to be [?]

White trash swervin' that pick-up

30 mil just from my neck up

I can't help but to flex up

Fuck they talkin' 'bout, rest up

[?]

Adderall got me pimped up

[?]

Yung christ, I'm boutta bless up

Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure

Bringin' that, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure

Part II

Lay me down to sleep

I'm ready [?] soul to keep

[?] before I wake

I pray the Lord, my soul will take

Lay me down to sleep

I'm ready [?] soul to keep

[?] before I wake

I pray the Lord, my soul will take

Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure

Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go

Everyday bringin' that pressure

Middle finger to whoever

I'm gettin' head in that rolls

From a bitch that look like cinderella

If I die, it's so funny [?]

All my ties, they flat though

[?]

Bring the price down with [?]

[?]

Wanna see me high [?]

[?]

Keep a pistol [?] shoot to shoot

Conversation [?] wish he knew

[?] mountain view

Be trippin' 'bout [?]

That's some shit my account do [?]

[?]

Dead feelings like [?]

We can fuck but what's the cost?

You just leavin' with your heart broke

Eyes red on a dark road

Poppin' pills off the [?]

Know they hatin' but I don't care [?]

[?] above my head

[?] we'll all be dead (Let's go, let's go)

Yeah, I got the [?]

Even though I said I wasn't sick

Know that I pray you [?]

I tend to take [?]

[?]

Turn this [?]

[Pre-Chorus]

Yeah, shoot 'em up

Yeah, shoot 'em down

Yeah, shoot 'em up

Yeah, shoot 'em down

Shoot 'em up (Woah)

[Chorus]

Murder up on my mind

It's murda (Murda)

Murder up on my mind

It's murda (Murda)

Murder up on my mind

It's murda (Murda)

Murder up on my mind

It's murda (Murda)