MURDA lyrics

[Intro]
This that raw sh*t uncut heard these n*ggas wanna murder me
But I ain't lettin em. x2
(WAAH!)

[Verse 1]
Heard these n*ggas wanna murder the kid
Pull up on your block it is my decision if you live
Gave him a dest before I let this .40 Cal sing
Couldn't make it to his deathbed momma crying why him

[Chorus]
Now we back on the block celebrate your loss
Kick back smoke a blunt b*tch I am a boss
Always catching plays like I'm randy moss
Keep a stick on me like I play lacrosse

I'm jugging I'm trapping I'm servin' lurkin' puttin' that work in
We do not abide with the laws, my n*ggas rex we purgin'
I'm flexin' finessin' my b*tch bad she keep a weapon
Run up on me teach yo ass a lesson! x2

[Verse 2]
Only tote extensions .40 in my denim he got smoked
Now we smoke his bredgin i'm posted in the O with my demons We so f*ckin' savage my n*ggas ain't average
Dumb ass thot she f*cked up the drop now I just want the top
But f*ck these hoes, i been on the roads, crushin' all these Os
Sellin' Ho, gettin' for the low gotta feed my bros
Don't hit my line i ain't got no time i been on my grind
Lets hit the strip, break down a brick, buy a crete of sticks
Feed the strip, les go hit a lick, you n*ggas ain't sh*t
You ain't bang no stick you ain't with the sh*ts
You ain't take no risk, smoke you lile a spliff
My n*ggas sending shots but we ain't taking pics

[Chorus]
I'm jugging I'm trapping I'm servin' lurkin' puttin' that work in
We do not abide with the laws, my n*ggas rex we purgin'
I'm flexin' finessin' my b*tch bad she keep a weapon
Run up on me teach yo ass a lesson! x2