Murda
Murda
I don't wanna catch a murda
Yeah
Why y'all postin' weapons that don't belong to y'all?
If y'all wasn't on my dick, I'd get along with y'all
And yes, I'm one of a kind, I don't belong with y'all
Yes, I'll keep it quick, bring the full clip, I'm gon' get along with y'all
Keep a choppa by my side, just like I'm Superman
We not gon' let him walk, if we on his side, we might just shoot the man
Keep a gun with loaded clips, if you test me, you a stupid man
Tried to tell me I ain't shit, she must forgot 'bout who I am
I got PTSD, I'm who you can't T-E-S-T
I'm a shooter, I go hard in this bitch like a lefty (oh-oh)
Life's a bitch but I'm still gon' try to do what she let me
When you had them problems, you must've forgot who called to get me
Murda (kill, kill, kill)
I don't wanna catch a murda (murda, murda, murda)
But I'ma have to catch a murda (kill, kill, kill)
'Cause if a nigga test me, he gon' get murda (murda, murda, murda)
Murda
I don't wanna catch a murda
But I'ma have to catch a murda
'Cause if a nigga test me, he gon' get murda (murda, murda, murda)
I used to send my killers to his section when he needed protection
Every day I walk with Smith & Wesson, I can't show affection
I get picky with these bitches, sometimes I can't make selections
I'm just tryna guide my killers, point them in the right direction
I heard my dawg was on his ass, I told him to let him rock
'Cause I'm gon' see him when I see him and I ain't gon' let him rock
You be in the kitchen, can't take heat, but you tryna stir the pot
Heard he keep sneak dissin', if we don't see him, we gon' disturb his block
And we pull up windows tinted, just to disturb the opps
I got twin Glocks with no safety, what you worried about?
And at this point we don't take L's, we just servin' 'em out
She scared to look me in my eyes, fuck is she nervous about?
If y'all see demons in my whip, y'all gon' have to pray to God
If you ain't mentionin' no price, we ain't gon' take the job
I know top shottas in his area, ready to take a charge
If it's war, we ain't gon' back down, we gon' get involved
Murda (kill, kill, kill)
I don't wanna catch a murda (murda, murda, murda)
But I'ma have to catch a murda (kill, kill, kill)
'Cause if a nigga test me, he gon' get murda (murda, murda, murda)
Murda
I don't wanna catch a murda
But I'ma have to catch a murda
'Cause if a nigga test me, he gon' get murda
I don't wanna catch a murda
Yeah
Why y'all postin' weapons that don't belong to y'all?
If y'all wasn't on my dick, I'd get along with y'all
And yes, I'm one of a kind, I don't belong with y'all
Yes, I'll keep it quick, bring the full clip, I'm gon' get along with y'all
Keep a choppa by my side, just like I'm Superman
We not gon' let him walk, if we on his side, we might just shoot the man
Keep a gun with loaded clips, if you test me, you a stupid man
Tried to tell me I ain't shit, she must forgot 'bout who I am
I got PTSD, I'm who you can't T-E-S-T
I'm a shooter, I go hard in this bitch like a lefty (oh-oh)
Life's a bitch but I'm still gon' try to do what she let me
When you had them problems, you must've forgot who called to get me
Murda (kill, kill, kill)
I don't wanna catch a murda (murda, murda, murda)
But I'ma have to catch a murda (kill, kill, kill)
'Cause if a nigga test me, he gon' get murda (murda, murda, murda)
Murda
I don't wanna catch a murda
But I'ma have to catch a murda
'Cause if a nigga test me, he gon' get murda (murda, murda, murda)
I used to send my killers to his section when he needed protection
Every day I walk with Smith & Wesson, I can't show affection
I get picky with these bitches, sometimes I can't make selections
I'm just tryna guide my killers, point them in the right direction
I heard my dawg was on his ass, I told him to let him rock
'Cause I'm gon' see him when I see him and I ain't gon' let him rock
You be in the kitchen, can't take heat, but you tryna stir the pot
Heard he keep sneak dissin', if we don't see him, we gon' disturb his block
And we pull up windows tinted, just to disturb the opps
I got twin Glocks with no safety, what you worried about?
And at this point we don't take L's, we just servin' 'em out
She scared to look me in my eyes, fuck is she nervous about?
If y'all see demons in my whip, y'all gon' have to pray to God
If you ain't mentionin' no price, we ain't gon' take the job
I know top shottas in his area, ready to take a charge
If it's war, we ain't gon' back down, we gon' get involved
Murda (kill, kill, kill)
I don't wanna catch a murda (murda, murda, murda)
But I'ma have to catch a murda (kill, kill, kill)
'Cause if a nigga test me, he gon' get murda (murda, murda, murda)
Murda
I don't wanna catch a murda
But I'ma have to catch a murda
'Cause if a nigga test me, he gon' get murda
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Writer(s): Rivera Justin Irvin, Ezequiel Garcia
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