Murda Man

Mmm mmm top I do the murda man Mmm mmm top I do the murda man Mmm mmm top I do the murda man Mmm mmm top I do the murda man Aye I pulled up to the scene and you know i’m bouta kill em If he talkin’ out his neck then this choppa gone split em Give a f*ck about a bitch I ain’t got no feelings If you hear me on a beat then you know i’m bouta kill it Like oh gawd damn gotta slide on a nigga Why he talkin’ out his neck up fire on a nigga Used to be down bad they was ridin’ on a nigga Now they all on my dick tryna ride on a nigga Like oh oh feel like YB do the murda man Big cutta on my waist imma burn em then With my niggas finna pull up in a sprinter van Hit a drive by hit em thru the curtains man Got a dirty ass K call me dirty man Runnin’ down on a nigga that’s a dirty plan Gotta choppa on my hip don’t worry man Mmm so wish me well Free dot up out that cell Swear I wish he had a bail Brodie told me don’t you fail You betta get yo pockets swell You gotta learn to keep it real Don’t go to deep inside that field Cuz you don’t wanna be in here Cuz life ain’t easy it ain’t fair I want them diamonds in my grill Steady sippin’ lean I watch it spill Fuckin’ up my kidneys poppin pills And i’m wit the gang boy don’t get drilled Big nigga in the paint feel Shaquille Hit em wit the Smith I feel like Will They ain’t fuckin wit meech cuz i’m too real Hottest nigga in the town you know the deal Mmm mmm top I do the murda man (Top i do the murda man) Mmm mmm top I do the murda man (Mmm murda man) Mmm mmm top I do the murda man (Mmm murda man) Mmm mmm top I do the murda man (Mmm) Catch em from the top I feel like top I do the murda man Just got a brand new glock I let off shots I know you heard em man Man I don’t wanna have to do it to em don’t wanna hurt em man 12 gauge them shells gone get to droppin’ like a turtle man Mmm ahh ahh We got shottas Why this nigga keep on lookin at me is he cockeyed If that nigga want some beef I hit up 5 wit 5 guys Why these pussy niggas talkin’ like the got 9 lives Mmm mmm top I do the murda man (Top i do the murda man) Mmm mmm top I do the murda man (Mmm murda man) Mmm mmm top I do the murda man (Mmm murda man) Mmm mmm top I do the murda man (Mmm) Man I can’t have no children wit that bitch slip on a trojan All this old bread in my pockets swear I think this shit is molded I'm so clever in my music you would think I was a poet They like huh huh huh man I swear that nigga golden I ain’t got no time man i’m swearin’ that im goated And now i’m ballin like Lebron and you know my niggas on it I just pulled up wit my nigga Zay you know we city rollin’ He got that cutta on his waist so I don’t even gotta blow it Murda man Mmm murda man Mmm murda man Mmm murda man