Murder ft. JaceJay & Mac Ch9 Lyrics

Yeah

Ouu

I come out the trap and she buss it, nigga ha

A15 made this (Boom!)

Bitch I ain't worried

You know I'm a shotta, nigga

Put one in the head

You know I'm a hotshot, nigga (Hot!)

Report and you dead (Report and you dead)

You look like a droptop, nigga (Droptop!)

Report and you dead

The gun it go (Bah bah bah, blttt bah)

Pull up to the spot (Skrrt!)

Niggas talking, they get hit with the rock (Rock, yeah)

Niggas talk hot

Hit a nigga when I cop out the glock (Bah!)

Bitch I got the keys (Keys, keys)

I pull up and drop, nigga

I'm hanging with g's (G's, g's)

You know we rock, nigga (Ah!)

Got your shawty, she off the Patron

I-I'm in my zone

I tell her shake it, she getting naked

Cause we hold the chrome

Want a PTG sweater (Sweater)

And I pack a Beretta (Haha)

Bullets flying, keep your heads up (Bah!)

And I don't break sweat (Huh?)

Shawty in the cut and she on the run

She hop in a stoley

PTG, we stay moving doley

You call me your gang but you bitches don't know me

Got some sisters, the state calls them felons

Fuck with them, you'll get shots to your melon (Bah!)

PTG to the woos what I'm reppin' (What?)

You talk 'bout me, but you really stressin'

Bitch I ain't worried

You know I'm a shotta, nigga

Put one in the head

You know I'm a hotshot, nigga (Hot!)

Report and you dead (Report and you dead)

You look like a droptop, nigga (Droptop)

Report and you dead

The gun it go (Bah bah bah, blttt bah)

Pull up to the spot (Skrrt)

Niggas talking, they get hit with the rock (Rock, yeah)

Niggas talk hot

Hit a nigga when I cop out the glock (Bah!)

Bitch I got the keys (Keys, keys)

I pull up and drop, nigga

I'm hanging with g's (G's, g's)

You know we rock, nigga

I stay with a whole lot of gangsters

Same gang, no new takers (No new takers, bro)

If no chop, back out the taser

They know we the movie makers

H-Hold on

Can't wait, go get it

They watching face but just know that we living (Hold on)

Woo be the flex, fuck a nigga dissing (Woo!)

Brodie he itching, he back out the Smith &

Hold on

Real nigga shit

She said she want some real nigga dick

Pussy on wetty

But I'm finna ship

She don't wanna stop like a dj mix (Hold on!)

Mac Ch9

No 59, but I'm in my prime

And shout out my Hats and my Billy's saluting

But I'm from the 9z with my Str8s and my M8v3rs (Hold on!)

Bitch I ain't worried (Nah!)

You know I'm a shotta, nigga (Shot!)

Put one in the head (One in the head!)

You know I'm a hotshot, nigga (Hot!)

Report and you dead (Report and you dead)

You look like a droptop, nigga (Droptop!)

Report and you dead

The gun it go (Bah bah bah, blttt bah)

Pull up to the spot (Skrrt)

Niggas talking, they get hit with the rock (Rock, yeah)

Niggas talk hot

Hit a nigga when I cop out the glock (Bah!)

Bitch I got the keys (Keys, keys)

I pull up and drop, nigga

I'm hanging with g's (G's, g's)

You know we rock, nigga (Ah!)