Murdaa Cee Wrote (Intro) lyrics

[Intro]
Aha, ha, haaa
Bop, bop, Murdaa
What, what

[Verse]
b*tch I'm a demon I play in disguise
Bet they always tell when they look in my eyes
Popped out the cut, had his lil' ass surprised
Then he tried to run then I ran opened fire
Most of these little n*ggas ain't down to slide
But I call them lil' Spottem we push up and ride
You catch my drift, lil' b*tch I glide
Just popped a pill, lil' b*tch I'm fried
Shout out to [?] taught me how to drive
And shout out to Swisher taught me how to shoot
We push through the roads, Iz you know we gon' ride and then we gon' f*ck 'round here thru the flu
Who he gon' hit the break, wise and drive and I grab 2 glizzys and hang out the roof
Most of these b*tches annoyin' like flies so how 'bout f*ck you know I'm blockin' you
b*tch I'm a crip, b*tch I'm a deuce
But I f*ck with dogs you hearin' roof
They pass me the ball, I'm dunkin' on you
I did it myself and I wasn't no Alley-oop
Remember in jail fight n*ggas for soup
But now I get paid to freestyle in the booth
This mad lil' b*tch she got me the scoop
She say he got bricks so I push up and swoop
And I ain't killin' him cuz I got kill her
I ain't catchin' one charge b*tch I'm catchin' two
Yeah that was my work put his ass in the dirt tryna play both sides blew his ass like a flute
Who up there, we switchin' roofs
Then he got bodies, it's in my roof
Thought I ain't had my gun, oh silly you
Tryna rob me and got shot in his tooth (Bop)
Turnin' up, turnin' up, burnin' up, burnin' up pass me a latter, roll dope by the woods
f*ckin' her, f*ckin' her, f*ckin' her friend and I already told her, then she understood (C'mere)
Word around town Murdaa slangin' that wood and that's in the street say yo b*tch said I'm good
Murdaa Cee Wrote, got the tape on the way, and you already know that b*tch finna flood
They sh*t finna flop so they ridin' my wave
I'm still poppin' n*ggas, I'm stuck in my way
I'm still shootin' that beef from way back in the day
Like come lil' boy I remember your face
I flew the crowd, he tryna run
I scored the touchdown, he fumbled his gun
See this AP, it's one of one
If you with this guy then get it off my arm
[?] got the cuban, I'm gettin' him a charm
f*ckin' yo b*tch and she said I'm a charm
Come in the building, set off the alarm
I'm smokin' the fine and some organic [?]
Super got rollies I'm bustin' 'em down
Yo' b*tch come around and she bustin' my round
Think he a savage, he f*ckin' a clown
He a savage to you, but a b*tch in the town
[Outro]
Murdaa
Boom, boom
Brr, boom, boom, boom, boom
That's how the drac' sound, yurr, haha, hold the jag
C'mere
Brr, boom, boom, boom