Lil Tjay — Murder Scene

[Verse: Lil Tjay] ... young kids I was young, really with the flow I heard lil' brother [?] day But I'm in charge and I'm here to stay I know I'm fucked up, I don't even play But that ain't nothin' you could ever say Feel like a boss shootin' and then swerve We be movie shootin' everyday Been on that [?] never seen him play I'm in a Bentley truck... ... [?] scream My forty bustin' out the jean Soon as I walk in, it's a movie scene Gucci on everything, you see the drip No, I ain't rockin' no Surpreme Surely gon' go like once they see it gleam You don't want me to fuck up everything [?] better Niggas won't cook up, I swear this shit a scheme And my new forty kiltec got a beam I don't want hear no "Tjay what you mean?" I don't want hear no "Tjay brody chill" Y'all better try that with another team She want everything, she on my [?] I don't care, I be fuckin' that bitch in my dreams She want the dick, I put it all on her lips [?] like a wipe, I wanna spit She said the sooner [?], you stupid fuckin' dirty bitch You stupid fuckin' dirty bitch They claim that we murder shit, but never heard this shit [?] bitch I done seen some scary shit with this curvy bitch [?] I told If I catch me an opp, I'ma drill me an opp, no hands [?] If I catch me an opp, I'ma drill me an opp [Verse: Polo G] Look And the opps love talkin' that nonsense Niggas police, so I'm not responding I pull up, I don't tweak at the comments Bitch, I stay with my Glock, how we bonding And I'm really knee deep in that field Only money and murder been stuck on my conscious Man, that ain't even you boy, you fine This shit real, never been with the flodging Fifty shots had me dippin' and dodgin' We must fire them drills like a sergeant We don't do no attempts, that's too risk I was off in the shops when I started And I ain't with the snitchin' I can't say shit to beef 'cause I'm takin' them cases Fuck the industry, them niggas garbage I [?] I'm not an artist Meant to be Polo, but feel the hardest Had to turn up my swag, now them bitches in love This money make me a lil' charmin' Now I stay in Ralph Lauren like [?] Flex on a nigga again and again for all of them nights I was starvin' All I know is hustle and run up that bag 'Cause I grew up at Marshall Field Gardens, bitch