Murda lyrics

[Intro]
I'm off that Dom... (AC, turn that heat up, n*gga)
I don't even know, f*ck it

[Refrain]
"Murda," yeah, that's what she wrote (Hold up, mmm)

[Interlude]
It's Carbon

[Verse 1]
I get money, that's of course (Duh), I'm pushin' P, I'm in the Porsche (What?)
12 just flicked the lights behind me, finna put this b*tch in sport (Come on)
Name some sh*t I can't afford (What?)
Just blew 10K on this n*gga, why? sh*t, 'cause I was bored (What?)
He in love with my accent, tryna f*ck up off my voice
I'm screaming, "Whole lot of Choppa Gang sh*t," until I'm hoarse
"375," 'til I'm hoarse

[Refrain]
Like, Murda

[Verse 2]
Fresh as f*ck, I'm dressed to kill (Damn)
Strapped up, shoot to kill (Blrrrd, blrrrd)
Had to dead sh*t with them hoes, they ain't know how to keep it real
f*ck a n*gga, why you say that, Carbon? sh*t, that's how I feel (What?)
Yeah, sh*t, that's how I feel
[Refrain]
Like, Murda (Choppa Gang, b*tch, I'm finally like, "Yeah")

[Verse 3]
f*ck advice, I stopped listening 'cause they wasn't talking 'bout sh*t (Ho)
30K in cash, ho, I just put that on my crib (Come on)
Burn his head in this backseat, he can't find out where I live (Uh-uh)
KKK for real, I hate n*ggas, get the f*ck up out my whip
Got a pretty-ass face with some juicy-ass lips
And I ain't got no feelings, all-natural, spectacular (Ho)
He like, "Mmm-mmm, this good pus*y immaculate"
Tell your ho to pipe down, I shoot b*tches, I ain't havin' it (Blrrrd)

[Refrain]
"Murda," yeah, that's what she wrote
Mmm, uh, yeah, that's what she wrote

[Interlude]
'Cause it was babies up out there (I'm 'bout to come back in, I'm 'bout to come back in)
One more time

[Verse 4]
Last b*tch played ain't get sprayed 'cause it was babies up out there (You know that)
Y'all thought it was funny, I put money on your head, you touch a hair (Every time)
Dead dummy, they gon' shine, catch you in public, catch you clubbing (Better not)
'Fore you ever catch me slipping, f*ck around and catch me thumbing (Through these hundreds)
Ho, I've been in the kitchen, cookin', gettin' hot as Hell
I need an M when I'm hungry, when I'm broke, I'm not myself (f*ck a n*gga)
Never signed to a label, you won't catch me on no shelf (At all)
[Refrain]
Murda (Every time)

[Verse 5]
It's already 10 p.m. and I ain't ate sh*t today (Uh-uh)
Ain't nothin' sweet, but, b*tch, I've been getting cake today (Gettin' paid)
I ain't dancin' in no club, but I might hit that paper chase (Them bands)
Movin' at my own pace, you know the turtle run the race
In the cut, by my lonely, blunt gettin' faced (What?)
f*ck this sh*t, could never change, CGE 'til my grave (375)

[Refrain]
Screaming, "Murda" (Free Shiesty, on God)

[Interlude]
On my mama
Long live Tay-Tay, long live lil' Dell, y'all know what the f*ck goin' on
We Rambo livin', ho, on God

[Refrain]
I'm screaming, "Murda," 'bout my brother, ho

[Outro]
Keep all that