Murda Season Lyrics

Nah for real we going straight in nigga kill shit

Let's go come on

Uhaul with this shit gelato sliding down ninety-five

Riding with some shit that'll get a young nigga five to nine

Said I'm all about my back end pull out bust all on her spine

I told that hoe I love her but do that really make you mine

Every day I leave the crib I put my life out on the line

Pass the work off to the gang but I will never drop a dime

And I ain't never been no snake so can't no nigga call me slime

I like my head with passion baby girl take your time

Threw a five in the club that's how a trap nigga unwind

Got the best bags in the city I drop the ticket you cop a dime

Nigga don't do nothin bout no weight

How the hell you call yourself a boss and all your niggas ain't straight

Yeah I'm a greedy ass nigga need some more food on my plate

Sad to say before I was trapping this gas a nigga had to take

I'm locked in with my migos man I feel just like I'm take

I'ma off your ass you go against the gang nigga

All I know is slang nigga

My boy taught me how to work that pot I feel like kane nigga

Free rozay up out that motherfucking chain nigga

Thought I was finished nigga I'm going up in this bitch again

Thought I told you don't even hit my phone if you ain't tryna spend

Only show up once a year nigga you remind me of mc ribs

I got quela for life that ain't my bae that's my rib

Get to dissing on the block I think you want your life to end

Treat my bitches like my glock it's time to put extensions in

Everything I say non fiction and it's coming off the lid

Bought the black out just to handle business

Seventeen up on my hip you bet not give me lip

Yeah I'm him you can't compare got too much dip up on your uhh uhh

And no conscious in this bitch I'm letting it rip

You can't name a beat I ain't kill

You can't name a bitch I ain't flip

Known for bags and them scrips

Pull the vacuum seals up turn the stoves on it's gelato in this bitch

Come on