Karaoké Murder on My Mind YNW Melly

Uh

I'm in the studio bro

Oh nah yeah call me, ball me

Yeah, I'm at the studio hold up though

I ain't get to roll no weed

I ain't get to roll no Swishers

I was locked up on Christmas ain't get to see my niggas

Ain't get to hug my mama

Couldn't even give her no kisses

Can't even post on my Instagram

'Cos these pussy niggas be snitching

Everybody acting suspicious

Might probably say that I'm tripping

When I'm all alone in my jail cell

I tend to get in my feelings

And all I smoke is that loud

Don't pass me no midget

And Imma smoke all of my pain away

'Cos that's the only thing that gon' heal it

I don't understand these women who go around pretending

As if they really fuck with me so I love 'em all from a distance

'Cos the same bitch say she down to ride

Be the main one who tricking

Got Molly mixed with promethazine

'Cos every time

I wake up in the morning

I got murder on my mind

AK forty-seven's, MAC eleven

Glocks, and nines

And all these pussy niggas hating tryna knock me off my grind

But I can't let 'em do it

I got murder on my mind

Bitch I got murder on my mind

Bitch I got murder on my mind

I got murder on my mind

On my mind

I got murder on my mind

I got murder on my mind

I got murder on my mind

I got murder on my mind

Yellow tape around his body it's a fucking homicide

His face is on a T-shirt and his family traumatized

I didn't even mean to shoot him he just caught me by surprise

I reloaded my pistol, cocked it back and shot him twice

His body dropped down to the floor

And he got teardrops in his eyes

He grabbed me by my hands and said he was afraid to die

I told him

It's too late my friend it's time to say goodbye

And he died inside my arms blood all on my shirt

Wake up in the morning

I got murder on my mind

AK forty-seven's, MAC eleven

Glocks, and nines

And all these pussy niggas hating tryna knock me off my grind

But I can't let 'em do it

I got murder on my mind

Bitch I got murder on my mind

Bitch I got murder on my mind

I got murder on my mind

My mind

I got murder on my mind

I got murder on my mind

I got murder on my mind

I got murder on my mind

Bite like tarantula bitch I'm an animal

Melly's a savage no he not no amateur

Bad bitch named Angela fucked her on camera

Bitch I'm a murderer

Yeah, yeah

I might just kill the boy don't wanna kill the boy

Bake him up, say he want beef we gon' grill the boy

I'm bleeding so good

I might dip his ass in it and spill the boy

Ha ha, hi hi ha ha ha

Murder on my mind

Whoa, whoa

I got murder on my mind

On my mind

I got murder on my mind

I got murder on my mind, huh

Wake up in the morning

I got murder on my mind

AK forty-seven's, MAC eleven

Glocks, and nines

And all these pussy niggas hating tryna knock me off my grind

But I can't let 'em do it

I got murder on my mind

Bitch I got murder on my mind

I got murder on my mind

I got murder on my mind

I got murder on my mind

I got murder on my mind

I got murder on my mind

Whoa, whoa

Young Nigga World, bitch

Whoa, whoa