Judas Baby Remix lyrics

[Intro: Murda B]
(AyAy Captain)
Like, suck my di*k
Die Drilly
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
Boom, b*tch, Suck My di*k, Like
Die Drilly, Grrah
Grrah, b*tch, Grrah
Like


[Verse 1: Murda B]
Heart pumpin' right before I blam
Murda B, she gon' shoot wit' both hands
He wit' the Dot if that boy never jammed
Top two, not two and I know where I stand
Who do you know that put on for this sh*t?
Slide to the Hill, tryna catch me a hit
Smokin' on fourteen, they dead in my spliff
And you know i'ma be the new face of this sh*t
f*ck Notti, should of took a bus
Never lackin', clutchin' on a gun
100k views you know I'm the one
I keep talkin' my sh*t 'cause you thought I was done
That b*tch talkin' hot, tell her come see me
I don't mind about catchin' a Pedey
I'm wit' the Makk and he yellin' out, "Ewee"
Now that I'm lit, n*ggas can't evеn reach me

[Chorus: Murda B]
He triеd to run and that boy caught a knee shot
New opp, now we smokin' on (Edot)
Rah [?], now I need a detox
Sendin' shots and we knock off his tree top
And I see all the comments
Set her up and that b*tch is flying
I don't do the politicking, all the fighting
And I never got beat, why you b*tches lying?


[Verse 2: Kyle Richh]
Grrah, I'm in the booth wit' the deuce on my lap (Deuce it)
How you jackin' me? Called you a rat (Get off my di*k)
Like, o-opp n*ggas, still takin' trains
Brother got caught and the other got fame
Like-Like, what? Who really on that? (Damn)
He no good, he did bad for his team (Bad for his team)
How y'all n*ggas still sippin' on green? (Green no good)
Blockwork a b*tch and his mother's a fiend
Like, I'm in the lead, in CELINE (Like, what?)
n*ggas' homeless and still tryna beef (Like, how?)
Please don't keep me when I'm off a bean (Like, damn)
Sippin' and grievin' from sh*t that I seen (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
On a rock wit' a couple of knocks (Like, damn)
Heart drop when they scream, "Ninety-two" (Like, what?)
Free static, go dumb wit' the deuce (Like, damn)
Free static, go dumb wit' the— (Like, huh?)

[Verse 3: Murda B]
Who next? That's Rah
Stupid dumb n*gga, caught one to his eye
Smoking the cane and my head in the sky
Notti be bussin', this sh*t got me high
Like f*ck that, what's the word?
f*ck all the opps and f*ck what they heard
Catch me a drilly, leave him in the dirt
And I swear when you see me, you better up first


[Outro: Murda B & Kyle Richh]
Grrah-grrah, boom
b*tch, Go dumb wit' the deuce (Like, what? Like, what? Like, damn)
Like, go dumb wit' the— (Damn-damn-damn, grrah-grrah)
Go dumb wit' the deuce (Like, damn)
Damn, go dumb wit' the deuce, damn (Like, what? Like, what? Like, damn)
Like, go dumb wit' the— (Damn-damn-damn, grrah-grrah)
Go dumb wit' the deuce (Like, damn
(AyAy Captain)