New Face Of This sh*t lyrics

by

Murda B


[Intro]
Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
Like, suck my di*k
Die Drilly
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
(Gor on the track, b*tch)
Grrah, bang, grrah
(Elvis)
Like

[Verse 1]
Heart pumpin' right before I blam
Murda B, she gon' shoot wit' both hands
He would've died if that pole 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, he 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 еven reach me
[Chorus]
Hе tried to run and that boy caught a knee shot
New opp, now we smokin' on (Edot)
Wildin' off henny, 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]
Like, O-OYK, f*ck their deads
Smokin' on Rah, got me safe
All these opp n*ggas, get off my di*k
If we catch us a 8-OH, this sh*t gettin' lit
All off my opps is pus*y and popped
Got it on me and I'm clutchin' the knock
You can tell that I'm different, the way that I talk
If I catch me-, she get beat out her socks

[Chorus]
He tried to run and that boy caught a knee shot
New opp, now we smokin' on (Edot)
Wildin' off henny, 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?
[Outro]
Grrah-grrah, boom
b*tch, suck my di*k, like
Die Drilly, grrah
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