Murdaa Cee Wrote (Intro)

Aha, ha, haaa
Bop, bop, Murdaa
What, what
Bitch I’m a demon I play in disguise
Bet they always tell when they look in my eyes
Popped out the cut, had his lil' ass surprised
Then he tried to run then I ran opened fire
Most of these little niggas ain’t down to slide
But I call them lil' Spottem we push up and ride
You catch my drift, lil' bitch I glide
Just popped a pill, lil' bitch I’m fried
Shout out to taught me how to drive
And shout out to taught me how to shoot
We push through the roads Iz you know we gon' ride and then we gon' fuck 'round
here thru the flu
Who he gon` hit the break, wise and drive and I grab 2 glizzys and hang out the
roof
Most of these bitches annoyin` like flies so how `bout fuck you know I`m
blockin` you
Bitch I`m a crip, bitch I`m a deuce
But I fuck with dogs you hearin` roof
They pass me the ball
I`m dunkin` on you
I did it myself and I wan`t no you
Remember in jail fight niggas for soup
But now I get paid to freestyle in the boof
This mad lil` bitch she got me the scoop
She say he got bricks so I push up and swoop
And I ain`t killin` him cuz I got I ain`t
Catch 1 charge bitch I`m catchin` 2
Yeah that was my work put his ass in the dirt tryna play both sides blew his
ass like a flute
Who up there, we switchin` roof
Then he got bodied its in my roof
Thought I ain`t had my gun, oh sealin` you
Tryna rob me and got shot in his thooth (Bop)
Turnin` up, turnin` up, burnin` up, burnin` up pass me a letter roll dough by
the woods
Fuckin` her, fuckin` her, fuckin` her friend and I already told her then she
understood (C`mere)
Word around town Murdaa slangin` they wood and that`s in the street say yo
bitch that I`m good
Murdaa Cee Wrote got the tape on the way, you already know that bitch gonna
flood
They shit finna flop so they ridin` my way
I`m still poppin` niggas, I`m stuck in my way
I`m still shootin` that bitch form way back in the day
Like come lil` boy I remember your face
I flew the crowd, he tryna run, I scored the touchdown, he fuck with his gun
See this AP its 1 1, if you with this guy then get it off my arm
got the cube and I`m givin` the charm
Fuckin` yo` bitch and she said I`m a charm
Come in the building shut off the alarm
I`m smokin` the fine and some organic corn
Super got rollies I`m bustin` `em down
Yo` bitch come around and she bustin` my round
Think he a savage, he fuckin` a clown
He a savage to you but a bitch in the town
Murdaa
Boom, boom
Brr, boom, boom, boom, boom
That`s how the drake sound, yurr, haha, hold the jag
Brr, boom, boom, boom