Murda (feat. Tr3y5ive, B Loc & KickaD)

Word up It's about to be a murder We doing shit they never heard of Bitches used to curve us And now they calling us to serve 'em It's kind of crazy how shit turn huh Aye, word up It's about to be a murder We doing shit they never heard of Bitches used to curve us And now they calling us to serve 'em It's kind of crazy how shit turn huh Aye Stepping in with steppers nigga tell me who you stepping on Path of destruction, get in my way, you'll be a stepping stone Running up the dollar signs blinded by the currency And currently got motion like the current See I'm wavy Loose lips sink ships More juugs, more chips Thot-a-rottie gotta body And she crave this dip The thought of fucking with a nigga that ain' have a thing Now she desperately expecting me to call her mane You see, I point the infrared beam like I'm trying to scan a barcode Water on my wrist rocking Ralph Lauren Marco Polo Begging for some Birkin shit but scared to be a working bitch Like nine to fives won't turn to forty fives This math basics I been in a lab cooking up, inhaling fumes Been in first place for a minute like I'm running from some tombs Tomb Raider, a space invader, kind of like Zim Hearing whispers from my peers"Ain' another motherfucker like him" Word up It's about to be a murder We doing shit they never heard of Bitches used to curve us And now they calling us to serve 'em It's kind of crazy how shit turn huh Aye, word up It's about to be a murder We doing shit they never heard of Bitches used to curve us And now they calling us to serve 'em It's kind of crazy how shit turn huh Aye Turning like a ferris, to the top like the stair is From the roots we follow cues so we grew like the hair is All bird don't flock together, these dudes are like Parrots Only say what they told My crew don't do what you tell us, we flew like propellers And then we put the noose on his fellas Until he turning blue as a whale is, beluga to shellfish I'm a cuticle the way I'm gluing this nail in These niggas slower than a snail, I'm bouta send 'em to Paris French inhaling 'em, smoking these rappers That's a L to 'em, telling 'em they can't compete Willing to bet on 'em, failing 'em Send 'em to school, fumble the rules, study my moves Still these niggas cannot excel with 'em Especially when I'm like a pedal to feet Setting the speed, test the speech it's like I'm blessed for no reason Chef Boy Reed prep the heat cuz I was destined for eating But I'm a leave, bless this beat now let KickaD in Aye Knock knock Who's there? It ain' us so why care? Yeah, I had to hold my breath it was love in the air Had lil' mama ride the D like a coaster at a fair Titties fatter than a bih, I couldn't help it I had to stare I'ma finish what you start, G-lock rip his ass apart I'm a wolf and you a dog in a yard that liked to bark We ain't cut from the same cloth He caught this L like it was tossed This magazine, it ain't for teens but it say this at the top Word up It's about to be a murder We doing shit they never heard of Bitches used to curve us And now they calling us to serve 'em It's kind of crazy how shit turn huh