MURDA MELODIES lyrics

[Chorus: 870glizzy]
n*gga please (n*gga please)
You in the presence of a king, peasant, get on yo' knees
(Yeah these n*ggas, they can't f*ck with me)
Ni-n*gga please
Dirty boy off in 'em sticks, Arkansas is what I bleed
Li-Li-Live from the desert, got stains all on my scissor
Always broke in here-zer
So-So-Some sh*t had to shake
Had to go out and get that paper
Ro-Ro-Rob a n*gga, take
b*tch my cuzzo kicking dope
And b*tch I'm kickin' dope on tapes

[Hook: 870glizzy]
Murda melodies, b*tch this Glock done sang a couple songs
Murda melodies
Mu-Mu-Murda melodies, b*tch this-
Murda melodies, b*tch this Glock done sang a couple songs
Murda melodies
Mu-Mu-Murda melodies

[Verse 1: 870glizzy]
Like I'm DoodleBob with that pen
Erase them, I got a couple gone
Bad b*tches, they tens
Roll an eight and cut my money long
Yeah money long, di*k long, never been a ho either
And I stand on business, I'm best friends with the Grim Reaper
Sprintin' fast, this ain't gas, boy this straight ether
Quick to take a n*gga like the logo on yo' sneakers
You believe me or you don't, I could care 'bout neither
Tell that boy I don't make believe, b*tch, I just make believers
I was kickin' it with my dawg like we Finn and Jake
More like Sanjay and Craig, 'cause it turned out my best friend a snake
Damn, how you fake?
How the hell you turn that way?
n*ggas gotta good poker face
Now I'm with gang outside yo' place
[Hook: 870glizzy]
Murda melodies, b*tch this Glock done sang a couple songs
Murda melodies
Mu-Mu-Murda melodies, b*tch this-
Murda melodies, b*tch this Glock done sang a couple songs
Murda melodies
Mu-Mu-Murda melodies

[Verse 2: MONGO]
Mu-Mu-Mu-Murda melodies, I bust yo'-
Throat so you cannot sing
I peel that stuff right off of yo' tongue
And rip off your lil b*tch
My-My-My Glock let off a couple shots
I let that mothaf*cka' ring
My heater turn your face to a paste, the blood is bubbling
Se-Se-Send him to Heaven or Hell, he's takin' no regrets
S-S-Shake it, watch it in action in my presence
I-I detest your acceptance so wakin' up without a weapon like a singer without a song
My-My trigger get pattern woah
I pop- I pop my sh*t, I never leave my brotha' without a chrome
I reuse all my bullets, you wouldn't know nothin' about it though
GODHAN-GODHAND be the click, I'm never poppin' my shots alone
You a mothaf*ckin' b*tch, I got the drop now I'm droppin' dome
Mu-Murda melodies, b*tch this Glock sound like a symphony
The bustin' sound like percussion, the bongos on the the timpani
I'm bustin', yo' duckin'
You tryna get into some sh*t with me?
This glocky don't tax
I-I-I-I shoot you in yo' sh*t for free
[Verse 3: GONDA]
Murda melodies, yeah my Glock sound like a chorus
Get the f*ck off my line if you causin' an annoyance
pus*y mothaf*cka's switch up, t-this ain't Nintendo
And you know this ain't a normal mag, this that extendo
Bi-Bi-b*tch, pick up the shovel, get to diggin', do it quick
I-I, I got 'em singin' sad songs in a ditch
Chop off his hands, he can't fix it with a stitch
(Yeah) I'ma walkin' skeleton, I feel just like the lich (Yea')
And we don't f*ck with the coppas
I got nothin' but the pure LSD in the dropper
Always got that Glock on me, that's my b*tch n*gga stopper
Got my gun in a McDonald's bag, big mac not no whopper
Da-na, na-na-na!
b*tch, I love this sh*t
I feel like a track coach, the way I made them run and sh*t
The way you f*ckin' up is like you beggin' for some punishment
Murda melodies, but this choppa got that drum on it
n*gga please

[Chorus: 870glizzy]
n*gga please (n*gga please)
You in the presence of a king, peasant, get on yo' knees
(Yeah these n*ggas, they can't f*ck with me)
Ni-n*gga please
Dirty boy off in 'em sticks, Arkansas is what I bleed
Li-Li-Live from the desert, got stains all on my scissor
Always broke in here-zer
So-So-Some sh*t had to shake
Had to go out and get that paper
Ro-Ro-Rob a n*gga, take
b*tch my cuzzo kicking dope
And b*tch I'm kickin' dope on tapes