Compositor: Trippie Redd
Know I be wildin', but I see my balance
No, it ain't drugs, I'm just high of your love, girl, you send me off
Yeah, girl, you send me off, yeah
I ran through the racks, I ain't goin' back
When I'm deep in your walls, girl, you send me off
Yeah, I might risk it all
It's gon' be murder in the first degree
If I hear 'em talkin' down on your name
Then I'm pullin' up and firin' away
Baby, I don't play 'bout you and me
It's gon' be murder in the first degree
And it don't matter if you're far away
Just bang my line and I'm on the way
You know I don't play 'bout you and me
It's gon' be murder in the first degree
Man down, oh
Man down, oh
Man down
Man down
I ran through the racks, I ain't goin' back
When I'm deep in your walls, girl, you send me off
Yeah, I might risk it all
It's gon' be murder in the first degree
If I hear 'em talkin' down on your name
Then I'm pullin' up and firin' away
Baby, I don't play 'bout you and me
It's gon' be murder in the first degree
And it don't matter if you're far away
Just bang my line and I'm on the way
You know I don't play 'bout you and me
It's gon' be murder in the first degree