MURDA ft. 3Reapa Lyrics

That boy ass dead

Get up

Step on they neck, tell em' breathe

Chain gold, watch gold, white tee

And I got a blick on me, run up on me you gon' d-i-e

And you know I'm gon' blow for the team

This Glock got a dick and a beam, don't run, don't scream

Fly nigga, do a drill in Supreme

You in the car with me 3 deep, just know you gon' see a

MURDA

In the streets, in the field with my cleats all know is MURDA

PTSD, only 14 when I seen my first MURDA

Big gas, big lungs, smoking shit you ain't even heard of

Spin a block, double back one time, tryna catch me a MURDA

No I ain't missing

Not on a song and not on a mission

I put it on my soul that theses niggas be bitches

They'll do it for the gram, but won't do it for the trenches

Nowadays I'm really out here just livin'

Counting bread while these lil niggas snitchin

Mr. West, nah call me Mr. Bitches

Cause I'm in these hoes mouth just like a dentist, ugh (Let's get it)

All the VS diamonds on me

This shit lit like the fair

You know the "World Is Mine" like Tony

Pop like a tire, no you can't get spared

Fuck from the back while I pull on her hair

I'm the dog, the one you should beware

The way that I ball the bitches call me Nair

Late night, broad day, I catch you by yourself it's a

MURDA

In the streets, in the field with my cleats all know is MURDA

PTSD, only 14 when I seen my first MURDA

Big gas, big lungs, smoking shit you ain't even heard of

Spin a block, double back one time, tryna catch me a MURDA

In the streets, in the field with my cleats all know is MURDA

PTSD, only 14 when I seen my first MURDA

Big gas, big lungs, smoking shit you ain't even heard of

Spin a block, double back one time, tryna catch me a MURDA

Step out get to bussin', mass murder, fill em' graves

Bloodshed, swingin' dreads, underworld I'm ducking Hades

Leave them lifeless

Flat line for my vices

The serpent always hits, watch it shoot up in the basement

This that mentally insane

Deranged with no names

The city where you die, the cries is flooded with this pain

The city filled with zombies, rip ya skull, buss a vein

I'm not playin', see my veil, its a

MURDA

In the streets, in the field with my cleats all know is MURDA

PTSD, only 14 when I seen my first MURDA

Big gas, big lungs, smoking shit you ain't even heard of

Spin a block, double back one time, tryna catch me a MURDA