Murda gang (Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
Put the music back on

[Verse 1: lil fire]
Murda gang
sh*t goes hard like a boomerang
On my mind, I got a hundred things
b*tch is hard, wanna make her scream
Fill the cup with a lot of lean
Eyes closed like a wet dream
Soaked in with the blood stains
Young ones call me lightskin
Goth b*tch cause I like it
b*tches get divided
Get high like lightning
Drugs get me minded
Lil gas keep going up cause I'm top ten like vicodin

[Verse 2: lil gas]
Murda gang
Be so gassed I forgot the saying
Pour me up another cup of lean
Shoot him in his spleen
b*tches be starting to call me mean
b*tches be acting like they clean
Snitches think the clean
My raps be fresh and clean
b*tches call me Mr. Clean
Double cup with the lean
Shoot a opp in his spleen
Rock the shot with the beam
Eyes closed like a dream
pus*y filled with whipped cream
Snitches acting like they Mickey Mouse
I ain't ever been to the ClubHouse
Oo
[Verse 3: lil fire]
Murda gang
My b*tch ain't black or white
b*tch pus*y pretty tight
Hoes spread like a Friday night
Pull up and we gon' fight
Shot a opp, make 'em see the light
Trip out when I trip the Sprite
Lift right out with gas in flight

[Verse 4: Queezy_the_Gangster]
Murda gang
I had to hop on and do the thang
I do best, that's choking mans
I'm trash? You gotta be joking man
Queezy and I'm toting things
Fill the truck all up with 'caine
These dawgs thought I wasn't sh*t and now I'm hopping on the track
Glock 19 in the back
47 with a strap
I'm no longer snorting crack
Just tryna get back
Smoking up a whole pack
I'll sip some lean
Turn him to a ghost when I shoot the beam
THETOPSEED ain't got the means
To f*ck with me again, that's what it seems
[Outro: Queezy_the_Gangster]
Murda gang, b*tch