Murked Em

Murked em, YV be the gang, yeah we workin

My niggas told me jump back in my Duffy, I was hurtin

Devil in my soul, that's why I make these killer verses

Oppas want smoke, now they preachin' in the churches

Boxin' up, chickens serve the hood like churches Still on the block, graveyard shift workin

Nigga bout it, bout it, ballin' hard like Percy Hit your bitch with a suplex, no mercy

You fuckin' with a big bloody, can't handle the pressure

You bitch takin' long dick and can't handle the pleasure

Whip with convoys and guns, just security measures

Neck and wrists like 20k, just a bit of my treasure