Murk Sum lyrics

[Intro]
A hundred K, remain solid
Do you want smoke?
We want all the smoke

[Chorus: YNW Melly & Fredo Bang]
I see the demon in your eye, you tryna murder something
The lil' bitty b*tch, you be f*cking and sucking on di*k for them hunnids
I hop out the coupe and shoot out the coupe until lil' b*tch get to running
di*k in her stomach, she running, huh
di*k in her stomach, she vomit
Told the lil' b*tch if she play with the clique
Then the SK hold a whole hunnid
Told the lil' b*tch if she play with the clique
Then my hollow tip run through his stomach
Told that lil' b*tch if he f*ck with my n*ggas I swear we gonna pull up with, huh? Bah
di*k in her stomach, she running (Hey, hey, n*gga)
di*k in her stomach, she vomit, huh

[Verse 1: Fredo Bang]
No balls but he get buried
Don't do no scary (Rrah)
I aim at his tooth just like a fairy
The partner that you love, turn him into a paul berry (f*ck that)
Don't like to f*ck no virgin but I will come pop your cherry (Facts facts facts)
Was understood, don't need to beast, slime you know I'm coming (Know I'm coming)
Finger f*ck the Glock, she gon bust sh*t like she c*mming (She c*mming)
Caught him behind the store, like lit b*tch why the f*ck you running? (f*ck you running?)
Even though your soul is mine, you might as well come give it to me (Let's go)
Pull up with cutta's we spray at your brothers (Facts, facts)
Two Dracos that's a hunnid (Rrah)
Show me how you dub 'em, I don't f*ck around, I kill a n*gga mother (Facts, facts, facts)
Hit the block with the place of (Uh)
Like a b*tch n*gga face-off (Kill ya)
He want smoke, we can face off
I'm a kill the whole city call me Adolf (No cap, bah)
[Chorus: YNW Melly]
I see the demon in your eye, you tryna murder something
The lil' bitty b*tch, you be f*cking and sucking on di*k for them hunnids
I hop out the coupe and shoot out the coupe until lil' b*tch get to running
di*k in her stomach, she running, huh
di*k in her stomach, she vomit
Told the lil' b*tch if she play with the clique
Then the SK hold a whole hunnid
Told the lil' b*tch if she play with the clique
Then my hollow tip run through his stomach
Told that lil' b*tch if he f*ck with my n*ggas I swear we gonna pull up with, huh?
di*k in her stomach, she running
di*k in her stomach, she vomit, huh

[Verse 2: Petho Burr]
Put 'em in the coupe, hanging out the roof, shooting at the opps yeah (Boom, boom)
Pulling out, wasn't for me, you ain't never there (You ain't never there)
Just me and Melly crazy f*cking your b*tch, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
My 1800 block, smoking on that loud pack
And n*gga tryna shoot his video, but I ain't havin' that (I ain't havin' that)
But f*cking n*gga did it any way we had to handle that (Doo-doo, doo-doo)
Talkin' like Batman, no one lurking (Lurking)
The windows tinted (Windows tinted)
We still scoping (We scoping)
Shotgun P (Shotgun P)
That n*gga hopping out (Hopping out)
What yo' lease?
That cost a G (Cost a G)
Cuban link (Cuban link)
Pinky ring (Pinky ring)
Bling-bling (Bling-bling)
[Chorus: YNW Melly]
I see the demon in your eye, you tryna murder something
The lil' bitty b*tch, you be f*cking and sucking on di*k for them hunnids
I hop out the coupe and shoot out the coupe until lil' b*tch get to running
di*k in her stomach, she running, huh
di*k in her stomach, she vomit
Told the lil' b*tch if she play with the clique
Then the SK hold a whole hunnid
Told the lil' b*tch if she play with the clique
Then my hollow tip run through his stomach
Told that lil' b*tch if he f*ck with my n*ggas I swear we gonna pull up with, huh? Bah
di*k in her stomach, she running
di*k in her stomach, she vomit, huh

[Verse 3: YNW Melly]
Catch a body, catch a murder, I ain't guilty
I was shooting for a reason and I promise that
Hold on wait, kidnap the dad, and where the mama at?
f*ck the camera, f*ck the deer, where the llama at?
f*ck your b*tch (Brra), yeah bombaclart
I ain't really really from Jamaica
I ain't really really really from Jamaica
I'm on 1800 block blowing aches
With that see-through, .30 clips with John Wicks
With that see through clip I'm with John Wicks
n*ggas talking on the book, but they ain't on sh*t
I be really going crazy on the air though
[Chorus: YNW Melly]
I see the demon in your eye, you tryna murder something
The lil' bitty b*tch, you be f*cking and sucking on di*k for them hunnids
I hop out the coupe and shoot out the coupe until lil' b*tch get to running
di*k in her stomach, she running, huh
di*k in her stomach, she vomit
Told the lil' b*tch if she play with the clique
Then the SK hold a whole hunnid
Told the lil' b*tch if she play with the clique
Then my hollow tip run through his stomach
Told that lil' b*tch if he f*ck with my n*ggas I swear we gonna pull up with, huh? Bah
di*k in her stomach, she running
di*k in her stomach, she vomit, huh