Murda Gang (LLC) Lyrics

Talkin' out your ass we at your head, just like a bonnet

I was dusty down bad, on my dick, I had to get some money

How the fuck my opps be makin' jokes and all them niggas dyin'

You would think my 40 came with wings the way them bullets flyin

And we slidin', through the opps shit, like we on some ice

Catch a nigga, ridin' through the Dition, knock him off his bike

Been shittin' on these niggas for the longest, they can't really stand it

Told them pussy niggas take a seat and watch me work my magic

She had told me die and go to hell, I told the bitch I been there

She gon' let me fuck the first night, I'm in there like some swimwear

He gon' see the flash off this beam, like we takin' pics

Glockie pack a punch, call it Mike Tyson, up this bitch and hit

Nina ah lil' freaky bitch, I make her blow your whole clique

And I think my AR gay, why? Cause it hold tits

Niggas see the gang and get to duckin', that ain't on the crum

Niggas out here tryin' to steal my flow, all them boys my son

Keep a strap just like a dyke hoe, these niggas can't fuck me over

Wake up early and get bread, like that shit came out the toaster

Make that bitch get on her knees, like she be prayin' to me

And we ain't runnin' from nobody, bitch, we playin' for keeps

Niggas know just how we steppin', even Snoop Dogg don't wanna smoke with us

AR practice social distance, up this bitch and back him up

Glock part of my fit, so you know I gotta keep it tucked

If he run, he better not fall one to the face, I bet he won't get up

Hollon, Bitch

If he run, he better not fall one to the face, I bet he won't get up

Bet he won't get up

If he screamin' murder gang, then the lil' nigga probably my son

He don't wanna shoot, well, tell the pussy nigga run them ones

How you tryna go to war with us and you ain't got the funds

Shootin' at them boys for fun, makin' beats choppa hold a drum

If he screamin' murder gang, then the lil' nigga probably my son

He don't wanna shoot, well, tell the pussy nigga run them ones

How you tryna go to war with us and you ain't got the funds

Shootin' at them boys for fun, makin' beats choppa hold a drum