Murda Chance
Kaxe klosed bitch
They say kaxe
We need that murder shit
Up that blick and hurt a bitch
I need me a murder bitch
Fresh lace purging shit
Wet & wavy surfing shit
Bro feel like he yungmanny
Call himself a murdaman
Pop em then I kodak bop
Watch me hit my murda dance
Spin the wheel and now he dead
Guess he a took a murder chance
I got blood all on my shoes
Call these bitches murda vans
Call these bitches lemon peppers
How a nigga step
The opps was up and now they lost
Three to one like steph
Almost burnt my hip
I keep that heat on like a chef
Nigga diss but he got asthma
Take that nigga breath
I say take that nigga breather
He ain't want that hoe
After i hit, ain't want her neither
My niggas run the zoo bitch
We the animals and keepers
The feds be in the phones
I started trappin off a beeper
The nina be too hot
I check her temp she got a fever
Hell nah I aint done yet
My niggas be some night crawlers
Wait until that sun set
Run in shit and flip da couch like
Where the fuck the funds at
Spun they hood and niggas hiding
Where the fuck the fun at?
They say kaxe we need that murder shit
Up that blick and hurt a bitch
I need me a murder bitch
Fresh lace purging shit
Wet & wavy surfing shit
Bro feel like he yungmanny
Call himself a murdaman
Pop em then I kodak bop
Watch me hit my murda dance
Spin the wheel and now he dead
Guess he a took a murder chance
I got blood all on my shoes
Call these bitches murda vans
Tell a pussy nigga pop out
Feelin like i'm jimi hendrix with the blick
I rock out
Y'all said he was solid
Took a plea he tryna cop out
Fuck his sister just because
I had to get my rocks out
Tell a pussy nigga fuck em
Put a silence on a chop
I kill a opp but it be muffled
Niggas stay callin the cops
So imma pop no we don't scuffle
Told my nigga safety first
So know he strapped just like a buckle
Yo bitch dig me ain't my fault
I had to give that hoe a shovel
Niggas been riding my wavy
You'll think kaxe a fuckin ruffle
They say kaxe we need that murder shit
Up that blick and hurt a bitch
I need me a murder bitch
Fresh lace purging shit
Wet & wavy surfing shit
Bro feel like he yungmanny
Call himself a murdaman
Pop em then I kodak bop
Watch me hit my murda dance
Spin the wheel and now he dead
Guess he a took a murder chance
I got blood all on my shoes
Call these bitches murda vans
They say kaxe
We need that murder shit
Up that blick and hurt a bitch
I need me a murder bitch
Fresh lace purging shit
Wet & wavy surfing shit
Bro feel like he yungmanny
Call himself a murdaman
Pop em then I kodak bop
Watch me hit my murda dance
Spin the wheel and now he dead
Guess he a took a murder chance
I got blood all on my shoes
Call these bitches murda vans
Call these bitches lemon peppers
How a nigga step
The opps was up and now they lost
Three to one like steph
Almost burnt my hip
I keep that heat on like a chef
Nigga diss but he got asthma
Take that nigga breath
I say take that nigga breather
He ain't want that hoe
After i hit, ain't want her neither
My niggas run the zoo bitch
We the animals and keepers
The feds be in the phones
I started trappin off a beeper
The nina be too hot
I check her temp she got a fever
Hell nah I aint done yet
My niggas be some night crawlers
Wait until that sun set
Run in shit and flip da couch like
Where the fuck the funds at
Spun they hood and niggas hiding
Where the fuck the fun at?
They say kaxe we need that murder shit
Up that blick and hurt a bitch
I need me a murder bitch
Fresh lace purging shit
Wet & wavy surfing shit
Bro feel like he yungmanny
Call himself a murdaman
Pop em then I kodak bop
Watch me hit my murda dance
Spin the wheel and now he dead
Guess he a took a murder chance
I got blood all on my shoes
Call these bitches murda vans
Tell a pussy nigga pop out
Feelin like i'm jimi hendrix with the blick
I rock out
Y'all said he was solid
Took a plea he tryna cop out
Fuck his sister just because
I had to get my rocks out
Tell a pussy nigga fuck em
Put a silence on a chop
I kill a opp but it be muffled
Niggas stay callin the cops
So imma pop no we don't scuffle
Told my nigga safety first
So know he strapped just like a buckle
Yo bitch dig me ain't my fault
I had to give that hoe a shovel
Niggas been riding my wavy
You'll think kaxe a fuckin ruffle
They say kaxe we need that murder shit
Up that blick and hurt a bitch
I need me a murder bitch
Fresh lace purging shit
Wet & wavy surfing shit
Bro feel like he yungmanny
Call himself a murdaman
Pop em then I kodak bop
Watch me hit my murda dance
Spin the wheel and now he dead
Guess he a took a murder chance
I got blood all on my shoes
Call these bitches murda vans
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Writer(s): Ny’cere Riley
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