MURKY Lyrics

Hit the gas I'm in sport guess I hit another mode

Took a break and then came back so I can hit another zone

I'm really having shit my baggage different I'm been getting dough

Run it up can't stop nigga all I know is go, go, go

Is these niggas real no

Have I took a L yes, will I ever fail no

I been getting bands now, I gotta excel bro

Asking for a handout, Imma tell them hell no

He was starting shit, ended up in the worse way

Nigga shouldn't got up in my way in the first place

They can't stop me bitch I'm too turnt up I'm cocky

Imma make it ain't no probably

Put my faith inside my glocky

Hella rounds I feel like Rocky

Brodie got them gloves on like a boxer trynna box em up

I just took my shoes up out the box in stuffed it up with bucks

I just took a wood up out the package stuffed it up with runts

Car sound like a transformer pull off in that what the fuck

Cause when they hear us flying back they be like what the fuck

Tell you How I learn to stack that bag I had to fuck it up

I got this shit off my grind wasn't no fucking luck

Me and kd doubled trouble bitch we doubled tucked

This life ain't fair I learned the ropes but I don't double Dutch

Balling hard they can't keep up they gotta double up

Leave em red like DareDevil since he like to fucking stunt

Get that money fuck a slut

Ha, yea I been on my shit

Tints put em on my whip

Extensions put em on the blick

Balenci' put that on my bitch

Goated put that on life, rollie put that on my right

I would put it on my left but that's the one I use to fight

Pull up with that long nose that's the one I use to snipe

45 or .223 which one imma use tonight

Know the police hatin probably racist know they want my life

What happened to Virgil I might probably have to off a white

Bitch I'm taking off tonight, It's in the air I caught a flight

I'm with the bitch you call yo wife, I got her trynna swallow pipe

I'm chasing money all the time, She fuck with me and caught a vibe

You play with me and play a fee just know the price gone cost a life

Yea you ain't gang I ain't pull up for shit less than a zip

Bang bang beyblade nigga shooting off the rip

Bitches use to try to curve nowadays they let me hit

I ain't even say a word guess she fucking off the drip

Trynna go expand my bag so I can't fuck it off for shit

I ain't even finna bap I probably cop a couple fits

I been turning up the heat just to show them that I'm it

Making money off the rap I still got options on the list

Never second still the shit

Number one I got them pissed

I been making them submit like UFC my diamonds hit

Shorty riding on the dick like a Uber or a Lyft

You won't ever make it out niggas scared to take a risk

Nigga you don't wanna live how you claim

Niggas real life pussy trynna live like they ain't what the fuck

Cut her off cause the bitch kind of strange

Yea she fine like some wine but its fish in the tank what the fuck

He gone peel off when he pop thirty

Brodie trynna pop niggas he don't pop perky

Bro put something in the crush that, wait

Bro put something in the crush that make the pop murky