Murda Murda (feat. Bob Zigga)

Murda murda kill kill Shot that bitch twice left her dead like road kill Told that hoe stay her ass away She insisted so I made her ass pray Baddest bitch yea thats me G-status I'm the realest there could ever be Block block sound of my glock Shot his dick off now he calling the cops Don't ever f*ck with the quiet ones Cute and sweet your ass better never cross me Ain't nothing worse than a woman scorned Still come on that dick then send your ass on Murda murda never underestimate me Triple d raised playing dirty in these streets Niggas steady trying come f*ck me Bitch shut up and come pay me Murda murda Murda murda Kill kill She want the god to swing the sword Kill Bill You know She see the chain dripping Real spill I knock the pussy out like Tyson Real deal I just move in silence like they got it bugged Walk around the club like I’m not the plug Chilling in the cut like I’m not the shit Then I hit her with the hammer like I’m not legit Where my body count where my body count Where the bad bitches make that body bounce I’m on yo bitch like I’m body butter And if that pussy top notch bitch I’m sliding under Sliding all up in it like I’m in her dm She a church girl I’m pullin out her inner demon And if her nigga got a problem that sound personal But I got shooters that can do some irreversible Not a killer but I shoot a lot Michael Jackson thriller with the rutger cocked Once I get it started that’s when you should stop Open up like a shop that’s when you should drop