Murda Lyrics

I keep a beam on my hip for any fuck nigga that wanna come try me

Lean what I sip like Carti can't fuck cuz that pussy got mileage

It's that green I be stacking, and ian talking trappin

Got these dead men in my pocket if you need I'll make it happen

Cuz my pockets full of bread man

And if you play about that money yous a dead man

She gon suck me like this shit 7-11, this off the top I'll blow yo top

Don't lose yo head man, tellin to the feds man

Ian no regular nigga I'm stacking that fetti my pockets got bigger

And I can't even talk about how I done did it so just know that a young nigga really be killin shit

And ian talking genocide

But ian never dodge no static like it's televised

Might fuck around give you a two piece wit dem extra sides

Play wit dat kitty I stretch it like practice

I got her running like she with the Mavericks

This shit like a gift boy I really be wrapping

Making so much you would think I was trapping but I get the sack and I count up the backend

I call em Pete cuz that pistol be packing and you claim you that nigga but you really lacking

That's why

I keep a beam on my hip for any fuck nigga that wanna come try me

Lean what I sip like Carti can't fuck cuz that pussy got mileage

It's that green I be stacking, and ian talking trappin

Got these dead men in my pocket if you need I'll make it happen

Shh shh shh shh (Ay cut the adlibs)

Ay we creep from the back

Open dat door and spray you wit dat gat

Knew he was rat but I cannot fuck with no snitches to keep it stack

I got a mac finna attack

They all on my dick and they buggin like gnats

They say its a bop when Trent hop on the track and I'm swerving in lanes in a wide body

You just a bitch you not really bout pressure, finna shoot with my muhfuckin vest up

Finna foster these niggas like Vestal

Can't hang wit da gang less the young niggas check ya

Finna pop me a muhfucking perc

She got ass and it clap make it twerk

Fuck around put that boy on shirt my shit really selling I feel like a clerk

Send the addy she slide to the telly, fuck her stomach put dick in her belly

Said fuck that commitment don't know if I'm ready

And I'm selling that gas man this shit is unleady

Still spit when the beat don't go fuck that bitch you can keep dat hoe (Alright I'm done for real)

I keep a beam on my hip for any fuck nigga that wanna come try me

Lean what I sip like Carti can't fuck cuz that pussy got mileage yea