Murder for Hire lyrics

[Intro: BFG Straap]
(Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherf*ckin' beat?)
(Ah, nah, you ain't made that motherf*cker)
Uh, let's go
Murder for hire
Bet that stick make you sing like a choir
Thought you said you get cash, you a liar (IMixNation for real)
Uh

[Chorus: BFG Straap]
Ayy, murder for hire (Hire)
Bet that stick make you sing like a choir (Choir)
Hey, thought you said you get cash, you a liar
I turned up, now I'm hot like a lighter (Hot like a lighter)
Ayy, he the feds, might be wearing a wire (12)
Ayy, I got drugs, I'm the plug, you the buyer (Let's go)
Ayy, love the gang 'cause they ridin' like tires
Yeah, I got this rap sh*t in a grip like some pliers

[Verse 1: BFG Straap]
Ayy, pop a Perc', then I roll like a tire (Pop a Perc')
The strap on me, yeah, that's my attire
Yeah, killin' sh*t, call me Straap Michael Myers (Do that)
Runnin' sh*t and I don't get tired (Runnin' sh*t)
Ayy, drop a bag on an opp and they go on a rampage
VVS's, they water, I feel like a mermaid
Come march down your block with them sticks like a parade
He hit it, you gon' need a life-sized BeBe (Huh?)
Straap [?], n*gga, it's only one way
Pack just touched down, came in on a Monday
[?] with the god, he got killed on a Sunday
Rockin' all my chains, yeah, it's finna be a fun day
Got a mini Draco, make you sing like Beyoncé
In the trap sellin' 'bows like Yeezy, like Kanye
Go broke and I'm late-night schemin' like AK
Just a kid, no toys, all I ever knew was gunplay (Yeah, knew that)
[Chorus: BFG Straap]
Ayy, murder for hire (Hire)
Bet that stick make you sing like a choir (Choir)
Hey, thought you said you get cash, you a liar
I turned up, now I'm hot like a lighter (Hot like a lighter)
Ayy, he the feds, might be wearing a wire (12)
Ayy, I got drugs, I'm the plug, you the buyer (Let's go)
Ayy, love the gang 'cause they ridin' like tires
Yeah, I got this rap sh*t in a grip like some pliers

[Verse 2: 18Veno]
I'm with the gang, we stay on that f*ck sh*t
Got a brand new chopper, came with a scope
Got a new thot, she gave me the drop
Run in your sh*t and we cuttin' your throat (b*tch)
Money counter go beep
Count up the cash, n*gga, I don't get no sleep (b*tch)
Blue tip, I creep (Creep)
NAC (C), step and get blood on my feet
Get your shooter shot, dirty pot
Spot an opp, headshot
187, it's murder she wrote
This ain't a play, I won't put on a show
I'm with bullies, he wet like he fell of a boat (b*tch)
Pyrex, scrape the side a lil' b*tch (Skrrt)
Drop a bag (Skrrt), my n*ggas slidin' and sh*t (Slide)
In the party, I brought my nine in this b*tch (Nine)
If the opps in this ho, they gon' die in this b*tch, gang
[Chorus: BFG Straap]
Ayy, murder for hire (Hire)
Bet that stick make you sing like a choir (Choir)
Hey, thought you said you get cash, you a liar
I turned up, now I'm hot like a lighter (Hot like a lighter)
Ayy, he the feds, might be wearing a wire (12)
Ayy, I got drugs, I'm the plug, you the buyer (Let's go)
Ayy, love the gang 'cause they ridin' like tires
Yeah, I got this rap sh*t in a grip like some pliers