Screamin’ Murda lyrics

[Chorus]
Why the f*ck you hatin'
pus*y b*tch, it ain't no stoppin' me
Don't think this sh*t here sweet
While you sittin', plottin' on robbin' me
Just know I keep that fire on me
f*ck what you thought
Watch my n*ggas put in work
And have the city screamin' Murda
Why the f*ck you hatin'
pus*y b*tch, it ain't no stoppin' me
Don't think this sh*t here sweet
While you sittin', plottin' on robbin' me
Just know I keep that fire on me
f*ck what you thought
Watch my n*ggas put in work
And have the city screamin' Murda

[Verse 1]
Don't make Lil Murda push up and commit a murder
357 smitty, them sheels like baby turtles
I ain't sparin' none n*gga
Runnin' from none n*gga
That big body come through
And Imma do the dash, n*gga
Thumbin' through bands, n*gga
Yeah, I'm all up in my bag
Hating some sh*t you do
When you see sh*t you never had
See that's the type of money
Make a f*ck n*gga mad
And if I f*ck your girl
She ain't never coming back
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm just tryna run me up some racks
I be in the kitchen flippin' packs
I'm just tryna run me up some racks
In the kitchen cookin' chicken and it finger lickin'

[Chorus]
Why the f*ck you hatin'
pus*y b*tch, it ain't no stoppin' me
Don't think this sh*t here sweet
While you sittin', plottin' on robbin' me
Just know I keep that fire on me
f*ck what you thought
Watch my n*ggas put in work
And have the city screamin' Murda
Why the f*ck you hatin'
pus*y b*tch, it ain't no stoppin' me
Don't think this sh*t here sweet
While you sittin', plottin' on robbin' me
Just know I keep that fire on me
f*ck what you thought
Watch my n*ggas put in work
And have the city screamin' Murda

[Verse 2]
We get that money, consistently running through it
The f*ck, n*ggas mad, they stressing how I do it
And all these pus*y n*ggas quick to say they came from nothing
You pus*y n*ggas acting like it's hard to get some money
I've been thumbing through them hundreds
In the trenches, n*gga, come from the mud
Regardless, I'm gonna get some money
You n*ggas talking coldhearted trying to get some money
Them b*tches out here pus*y popping just to get some money
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm just tryna run me up some racks
I be in the kitchen flippin' packs
I'm just tryna run me up some racks
In the kitchen cookin' chicken and it finger lickin'

[Chorus]
Why the f*ck you hatin'
pus*y b*tch, it ain't no stoppin' me
Don't think this sh*t here sweet
While you sittin', plottin' on robbin' me
Just know I keep that fire on me
f*ck what you thought
Watch my n*ggas put in work
And have the city screamin' Murda
Why the f*ck you hatin'
pus*y b*tch, it ain't no stoppin' me
Don't think this sh*t here sweet
While you sittin', plottin' on robbin' me
Just know I keep that fire on me
f*ck what you thought
Watch my n*ggas put in work
And have the city screamin' Murda

[Outro]
Lil Murda in this b*tch, I'm ballin'