[Intro]
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my Soul to keep
If I should die before I 'wake
I pray the Lord my Soul to take
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my Soul to keep
If I should die before I 'wake
I pray the Lord my Soul to take

[Chorus]
Yeah, shoot 'em up, yeah, shoot em up
Yeah, shoot 'em up, yeah, shoot em up
Murder up on my mind, yeah, it's murder
Murder up on my mind, yeah, it's murder
Murder up on my mind, yeah, it's murder
Murder up on my mind, yeah, it's murder

[Verse 1]
Dropped up, I don't give a fuck
You know I'm high off the curb
All of these weapons, if I gеt a step, and I send 'em to hеaven like curb
I'm getting high off that gun smoke
Ride around, listen to them
Welcome to hell, every man for himself
You know where my city is, curb
All of my vices ain't haunting me
I know the devil stay wanting me
Sound like a husk, get up off of me
Gun on my hip, like it's part of me
Shoot em then walk away, pardon me
All of my bitches in harmony, they might fuck him but they wanting me
Blowin my bands and I'm on my seat
Yeah, they know it's murder when I hit the town, I throw up the fuse and I bring out them hounds
I choppin up lines, I got my dope hounds out to the cell and I would change the game
Took all my rounds and I iced em and changed
Screamin fire, like I don't know my age
Got me, but they prayin for me to be saved
White trash, throwin that pick up 30 mil G for my nickel
I can't help but to flex up
Fuck, they talkin bout rest up
For that room, I get swept up
Adderall got me pimped up
Ain't no gold, I'm a yes up
Young Christ, I'm about to bless up
[Bridge]
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, bringin it
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, bringin it
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, bringin it
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, bringin it
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, yeah every day bringin that pressure

[Verse 2]
Middle finger to whoever I'm gettin hit in that road, from a bitch that look like Cinderella
Five thousand for the umbrella
On my tires they flat though
Cover six thousand pounders, Bring the price down with a XO
12 and a half years that barely cool
Boy they see me holla who the who
Tell the youngins they can do it too
Keep a pistol you know shoot to shoot
Conversations better when she mute
Coachella Valley with a mountain view
Ain't trippin bout when the amount is due
That's some shit that my accountant do
Movin like I work a art room
They get feelings, I get lost, woah
We can fuck but what's the cost, woah
You just leavin with your heart, bro
Eyes red on the dark, woah
Poppin pills off the dark well
Heard they hatin but I don't care
No combos all about my enzyme
One day this will all be there
Let's go, let's go
Yeah my Dr Steele blessed me with them scripts, Even though I said I wasn't sick
Lord I pray you make my brothers rich
Take that ticket put it on the curb
Stick it got chlamydia and burn
On my opps they get what they deserve
Tickets pronouns turn them into verbs
[Outro]
Yeah shoot 'em up
Yeah shoot 'em up
Yeah shoot 'em up