Pooh Shiesty – Murder Skool Lyrics

Brrr (Damn, FlemDawg), ayy, brrr, brrr, uh, brrr
Big 7.62s
Brrr, brrr, brrr
Ayy, ayy, let's go

'Fore I thought I was a gangster, had to go through murder school
Change your name, that boy my son, you never used 7.62s
I can't rap about you in my songs, don't know what you'll do
We cap a F48, .138, 'bout to put somethin' on the news
We beam F48s, .138, 'bout to put shit on the news
Just one on me, I grab my ski, just watch my back and tell my moves
Think he gon' run away, this fully auto flip him out his shoes
Been goin' ham since y'all was little, boy, ain't no pass, you gettin' it too

Big Backwoods of my own strain, I keep rollin' up dead dudes
Menace to society, promote violence, always first to shoot
Said they died on the way to me, just no way that shit was true
Point this shit for him to teach, that's why I'm stylin' in the booth
In the mode, don't even blink, keep my eyes open when I shoot
You really don't gotta say shit, why you get locked and tell the truth?
I take care of all the members that's locked, don't nobody else come through
.40 stick under my Glock, just have five of everything new
Been nothin' but trouble since a child, now I'm makin' my mama proud
How I'ma beef with niggas rolling mid? I'm booked for Rolling Loud
I brought the MG from the Benz, hop out on you with the trey pound
And I could show you how to rob, first move, make everybody get down
Let somebody try to reach out, make sure everybody get fired
Almost lost my life like ninety times, three of my real ones died
Got so much faith in this glizzy, the only bitch that ain't never lied
I act like get rich ain't no blessing, I be still tryna go slide

'Fore I thought I was a gangster, had to go through murder school
Change your name, that boy my son, you never used 7.62's
I can't rap about you in my songs, don't know what you'll do
We cap a F48, .138, 'bout to put somethin' on the news
We beam F48's, .138, 'bout to put shit on the news
Just one on me, I grab my ski, just watch my back and tell my moves
Think he gon' run away, this fully auto flip him out his shoes
Been goin' ham since y'all was little, boy, ain't no pass
You gettin' it too (gon' get your wig)

Brrr, ayy, Big Brrr, Brrr
Brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr
Keep all that just like that
Fox 13 News gang, new clip gang
Get you a article, nigga, Big Brrr
Put shit on that news channel, new channel with this switch
No, can't mix them bitches with switches
Ain't no duckin' these switches, ain't no fuckin' these switches, brrr
And on a .50, no duckin' these .50s
Or these switches on these glizzies