Murda lyrics

[Intro: FBG Dutchie]
Gang (Gang)
Send my young n*ggas, they gon' murder (Rrr)
FBG sh*t
FBG, b*tch (Argh, rrr)
My young n*ggas, they gon' murder (Clout Boyz)

[Chorus: FBG Dutchie & FBG Young]
My young n*ggas, they gon' murder
I send my young n*ggas, they gon' murder
My young n*ggas, they gon' murder
You f*ck around with them f*ck arounds and you f*ck around and get murdered (Ayy)
My young n*ggas, they gon' murder
They cookin' n*ggas just like burgers (Uh-huh)
What's your name? You ain't makin' no noise (Uh-huh), n*gga, I ain't never heard of you (It's Young...)
You f*ck around with them f*ck arounds (...GoDumb) and you f*ck around and get murdered

[Verse 1: FBG Young]
Ayy, my young n*ggas, they be monsters (Monsters)
They'll ambush your hood (Where he at?), then drop you (Bah)
Thirties when we march (We marchin'), come like the mob, no Gotti (No Gotti)
St. Lawrence shoot to live (St. Lawrence), Deebo-ing souls out of bodies (St. Lawrence)
Hit the palace smokin' dope (We coolin'), channel 7 [?] (I'm cool)
Hit the witness next week (He hit), no trial, no tomorrow (No)
You would think we knew FiveStar the way we on Folly (We on Folly)
I got trained shooters, every gun got a body (Bah, bah, bah)
See, Cole, he gon' do you (Cole)
Swipper, he'll swipe ya (What up, bro?)
My shooters, they got shooters (I got 'em)
Spot him, drop him out the rifle (L's)
Brodie L'z, he be strapped (What up, bro?)
Make him dance, Harlem Night ya (Dance)
pus*y, money, murder (pus*y, money, murder)
All three have been invited, gang
[Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
My young n*ggas, they gon' murder
I send my young n*ggas, they gon' murder
My young n*ggas, they gon' murder
You f*ck around with them f*ck arounds and you f*ck around and get murdered (Ayy)
My young n*ggas, they gon' murder
They cookin' n*ggas just like burgers (Boom, boom)
What's your name? You ain't makin' no noise, n*gga, I ain't never heard of you (Heh?)
You f*ck around with them f*ck arounds and you f*ck around and get murdered (Clout Boyz)

[Verse 2: FBG Dutchie]
My young n*ggas, they gon' murder (They'll murder)
Shoot (Shoot), kill (Kill)
Tote jocks (Huh?), never squeal (Squeal)
Get popped (Popped) like a pill (Blah)
Boss City (What?), Tookaville ('Ville)
Wet you up like a seal (Brrat)
For real (For real), get killed (Get killed)
sh*t real (sh*t real) in the field (That field)
So don't be f*ckin' 'round wit' my monsters (My monsters)
Got big guns like Contras (Like Contras)
My n*ggas die 600 (Six-0)
This drum clip hold a hundred (Hah)
These n*ggas straight actors (Actors)
But they don't want no drama (They don't want no smoke)
Call Shaq Moe, he let the MAC blow
And he bombin' n*ggas like Osama
Cray Cray my young n*gga (Cray Cray)
And K.I. my young killer (K.I.)
A lot of n*ggas be rappin' (They rappin')
But we the ones tote guns, n*gga (Aha)
I'll take you down for them funds, n*gga (For the funds)
Shooters ain't for nothin', n*gga (Baow, baow, baow)
Ride on you while you lackin'
Click-clack, better run, n*gga, huh (Boom-boom-boom)
[Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
My young n*ggas, they gon' murder
I send my young n*ggas, they gon' murder
My young n*ggas, they gon' murder
You f*ck around with them f*ck arounds and you f*ck around and get murdered (Ayy)
My young n*ggas, they gon' murder
They cookin' n*ggas just like burgers (Boom, boom)
What's your name? You ain't makin' no noise, n*gga, I ain't never heard of you (Heh?)
You f*ck around with them f*ck arounds and you f*ck around and get murdered (Ayy)