Murda Dance ft. Lil Santana Lyrics

Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, uh, uh, fah, fah, fah

What'd I say? Huh

I said the plug taxed run off on his ass

He got offended, he got offended

We spinnin' all black, this car rented

I feel disrespected, hop out and we hollow tip him

I don't give a fuck who he with, make sure he not livin

I'm thankful for a dead opp, I think that it's Thanksgiving

Ordered a few red dots, just to make sure we not missin

He was ridin' in that coupe... we left that top missin

Just got up with my shooter, mm, he went on a hot missin

We laid him on the floor, stomped him out, he a rug now

It's hard to tell my nigga cool it when that nigga bug out

Tell the truth, it ain't gon' help you if you chose to bring a vest out

If it wasn't what it was, niggas wouldn't take them heads out

If they movin' shady, then they chances real slim, I feel like Eminem

I'll back door a back doorer, ayo, let me in

I could turn a lil' opp bitch into my biggest fan

Pop the sun roof, brody blowin' out the top like a ceiling fan

How the fuck you ain't my son, you my synonym

How the fuck you the plug, you just a middleman

I shoot a nigga's plug, nigga, I'm the plug now

Used to be 15, nigga, this a dub now

Hmm, you better pay that

Extortin' niggas like the 80s, bitch, we goin' way back

I can't be coolin' on no hoes if they ain't bad

If she want some money, lil' mama better say that

She fuckin' with the blockstar, she ain't in the average

I told her this a hot car, made her drive the fastest

I gave that bitch my cup, told her lean for a beverage

Hold on, I just saw a opp bitch, get out beat her ass

Hold up, seen her opp, kid, pull up, pop the stash

You know I keep a Glock stick, hop out, switch his ass

You can't run from that, frrr frr, man that switchy fast

Hop back in, I turn that shit on, watch me do the murder dance