Murdaville Lyrics

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, stepping, always stepping, stepping, always stepping

Yeah, we stepping, always stepping

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

They know I'm a perc baby , Pour the lean inside the bottle

Paint me out a murder baby

Bitch, you know I been a problem

And I can send my slime to slime em out

Bitch, I been a dada

Put em on the shelf

You know my slime be my top shotta

Chanel my bitch never had shit

Had to turn her to a Prada baby

For nine years of my life, ain't had no daddy

Bitch, my momma made me

And I been in the streets

Go through some shit that drive my momma crazy

Know I could pull on side and shoot the blick

I go Osama crazy

I pull on side and put this shit on flat

You know I'm straight up out that raq

I want him gone

I take his head

Now who that said I can't come back

I know I said I'm quitting rap

Can't stop right now

Too good for that

Lil mama find and she too chocolate

Tell lil mama throw that cat

Oh, no, no

They just want me gone

They want my soul

And I can't go

Grab the stick and send em up the road

You know I'm known to send a blitz

Run down on him and shoot the stick

He run his mouth

We kill the bitch

And I go home and clean the blick

I told her this is not no place for kids

Les' she gon show me tricks

Say she a pro at everything

She go to dancing on the dick

No, ain't no cap up in my rap

I'm swervin' shit

I'm too legit

And I told Peyton that I love her

Give no fuck about a bitch

Oh, no, no

Walk him down and blow the nigga mind

No, you can't come around this way

Got plenty sticks

Know I'm too slime

She tell me, Bae, put down the pills

Bae, watch the car, I grip the steel

I'm too strategic

When I'm leaning, I brought Draco on the drill

They see how we be in the field

They know we killing shit for real

Tryna get my granny out that trailer park

She stuck in Murdaville

No, she won't go

Put down the pills

I'm still on dope

We bring the static to your door

We still don't sleep when it be smoke, ha ha

Choppa bullets bang

Murda gang we known to leave a stain

You can't come cross that track

We busting shit that's known to bust a brain

She seen the hurt inside my eyes

Now Peyton tryna heal my pain

They know we strictly zippin' shit

Little bitch, you bet' not say my name

Oh, no, no

I know they ain't stepping how we stepping

They want my soul

No, I can't come in without my weapon

They be my gang

I say, fuck whatever you be reppin'

Live for the devil

Pray to God

Then i go give a bitch a blessing

I got a clip long as a ruler just to teach a bitch a lesson

They wanna learn about that murder gang

Go tell them class in session

We known to draw down on that block and leave out bodies in your section

I tell lil shawty pull up on me

She know I can't do no texting

And what they say?

We tote that flag

You know we stand on 4KTrey

Rest in peace, Straap

You know we stand for USA

No competition, bitch

I'm known to do the race

And put that cutter to yo' face

Chanel my bitch never had shit

Had to turn her to a Prada, baby

For nine years of my life, ain't had no daddy

Bitch, my mama made me

And I've been in the streets

Go through some shit that drive my mama crazy

Know I can pull on side and shoot the blick

I go Osama crazy

Ha

It's 5K

With automatics and a drac

Play this way, you lose your face

You can't keep up, you die today, yea

And I ain't lyin'