Mixtape Murder

Uh mixtape murderer
Talking bout murder (Yeah)

They say they need part 6
But look at how I light up the city
It's that boy Chamilli
Many say that they don't feel me
But they don't want it really
Nothing gone move but the money
You know I know the drilly
My reality be showing like Flava Flav Diddy
She got some back and some tittes
And man it's such a pity
She think I give her my hustle
Just cuz the fact she pretty
Really busy chasing scrillies
And counting all my millies
I'm really all about scrilly
And I mean that sincerely
Just like that V I C single
The game is getting silly
But so much cheese is stacking
Like sandwiches in philly
Running around for the millies
I think I'm getting dizzy
I'm notorious at doin it bigger like I'm Biggie
Join my fan club you a hater bring some backup
Let my lac up and hit the switch and it ill back up
They can't stand em
Make Bill O'reilly have a tantrum
Bet the grands come
And if I'm on it it's an anthem
Get the grand son
And give a million to my grandson
Yeah we have fun
But told the chick that she can have none
I heard Plies say that
He will never buy a Phantom
I make 28's fit on the ish
You better ask em
I attatch em I love the dolla's I romance em
I just cash em no homo
But my money handsome
An assessing be killing the mic with a passion
I just smash em
Then I head right back to my mansion
They just acting but real is my only reaction
Shoes on my whip
That's where haters jack their fashion
Swagga jacking
I'm swagga'd up you swagga lacking
Swagga pass em
My swagga on inspite of lapping
Tell em don't listen
If you hate the way my flow is flipping
Still tipping wheels glisten
My vouge's are swang and clicking
Brain and bullet equals pain
Who wanna do addition
Pop the clip in get to tripping
You thinkin that I'm slipping
Believer always an over achiever
Take a breather
Your paper little just like ceaser
Have a seat bra
I make that hater have a seizure
When they see the number of coats that's on my Beamer
Lift the dough up and on her feet is where I leave her
Then I proceed to
Getting my dough up like a Keebla
I don't need her be living single like Khadijah
I won't even go send a cab to go retrieve her
Hustle been deadly before Fred ever met Betty
Spree welling like Latrelly on Spinners and Perellis
That was back before Nelly
Was ever seen singing on the telly
I been grinding getting feti
Underground Makavelli
My dictionary is missing
So what is competition
Think he dissing he ain't likin how much my pinky glisten
I ain't tripping I ain't missing
That diamond let it glisten
Pop my trunk up and the sign is reading
I'm gon fishing