[Intro]
Machine Gun Kelly you bastards
This the shit the other bitch almost got killed for
Bitch you was under that jeep when them shots flew off
Brooklyn baby, aha, oh, uh-huh, uh, uh, yeah, uh huh
Give me some bloodclat gunshot, ah, uh-huh
Yo, it's another one

[Chorus]
It be the murder, murder, murder, the uh, uh, the murdering shit
Massacre them!
It be the Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, the uh, uh, that massacre shit

[Verse 1]
Uh, ayo, that bullshit Black Friday shit was garbage
How the fuck she love Big, and shit on his Wallace?
You’s a ballerina dancer, shawty, not a hip-hop artist
It be the lame bitches fronting the hardest
Cock sucking, ain't nothing changed, still Foxy, Foxy
Still pop big shit, nigga, cocky, cocky
Keep the red bottoms on, nigga, rocky, rocky
I put my Gucci on, like I'm walking, modeling
Keep’s me a dread nigga, like I'm Flacko, papi
Think these broke bitches better start paying they hommy
Lil' homie, I'm back on my hustlin' flow
Motherfucker like Taraji-aji, woah
Thirsty bitch wanna hate on Foxy, uh-huh
Ten years later know she hating Minaj, yeah
Woah before the casket drops
Send your ass some shots, to your motherfucking body-ody

[Chorus]
It be the murder, murder, murder, the uh, uh, the murdering shit
It be the Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, the uh, uh, that massacre shit

[Verse 2]
Uh, yes, I'm back looking like I left
Only fly bitch alive, I'm the fly one left
Fox Boogie, what's goodie?
Grass staying in my Birkin bag
Oh shit, fuck your whole IRS
Y’all niggas ain’t killers, y'all some dusty doges
Haters runnin’ round Brooklyn in them dusty Rovers
All them niggas buy Chanel loafers and a bitch chinchillas
But them niggas used to nut to my posters
Wipe it all for my city nigga, Jeezy, Jeezy
Blow that money fast, nigga, Meechie, Meechie
I'm still spending money off of touch me, tease me
Ask us, ooh this bitch, that, Keke, Keke
To dick riding Piddy, Piddy, rocking speedies
And them bullshit BC, BG's
And all that subliminal rap shit
I'll put you in a chinchilla casket
It’ll match your black skin, bitch, I will not surrender!
Have my young blood bitches from BK screaming I'm who pinned her
That bitch is 'bout to get moved, vest
And one of them bitch come, a gwan, dutty she next
Brooklyn, where we at y'all? Taking it home
In just my timbs on, and my microphone
Glass house, throwing them stones
Bear witness to the rise and fall of Ms. Kimberly Jones

[Chorus]
It be the murder, murder, murder, the uh, uh, the murdering shit
It be the Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, the uh, uh, that massacre shit