Murda Flow (Freestyle) Lyrics

I be spinning blocks and killing beats I just got that murder flow

Tryna play me like I'm sweet fake ass nigga Durkio

I ain't talking about soda when I said he got pop in his stomach

All the talking on the internet in real life you really be running

Pussy ass nigga ain't on shit

I dissed your dead what you gonna do

I be staying home and I count my blues

He wanna get fame put him on the news

I be going bar to bar shit I ain't even trying

She was at my crib what she tell you I bet that hoe be lying

I just want the clothes

Want the money

Want the cars

I want the jewelry

I be shooting nigga ion fight what I look like Tyson Fury

If I love you than I stay commited what I look like my name Yuri

Only thing that's gon stop me if I get locked up or I get buried

I ain't dying so I stay with a nine

I ain't dying so just give me my time

It's money money money all in my mind

I'm chasing money so my girl is a dime

I hope they free my nigga RJ he say he in there for life

Imma get the money get you out then we really gon pop it right

He dissing on my dead

Wait don't you got some dead?

Spin back for that nigga Ray he got shot in his head

Now he really dead

His girlfriend in my bed

I be spinning blocks and killing beats I just got that murder flow

Tryna play me like I'm sweet fake ass nigga Durkio

I ain't talking about soda when I said he got pop in his stomach

All the talking on the internet in real life you really be running

It's gon take a lot to hurt me yeah I came up from the jungle

I can really flex on all y'all haters but I'm really humble

I be saying what I want don't give a damn like I'm in rumble

Lotta niggas catch the ball but don't what to do they stumble

That's your dead man in my splif

Can't lie that shit really hit

Talking tuff on the net but I know you really ain't on shit

Show my bros some love cause they was with me when I was in a ditch