Murda

These niggas been waiting on Honey Staxx I heard
This what y'all been waiting on
This what y'all been for
Y'all know I got them bars
Y'all ready

Pull my hair back earrings off gloves on
I'm the lightening, the thunder, tsunami the storm
Killing everybody now a days is the norm
Find your whole team missing like the children in the corn
Lyrical death recital I'm planning on your funerals
Spit on your grave wash your dreams down the urinals
Please spit some fire cause you sound so pitiful
Consider me a God cause I'm coming to put the fear in you
It's personal put you in a coffin throw dirt on you
FINITO you're finished no one ever heard of you
I Blacks out I spazz I'm throwing all the trash out
Casino money bet on me so maybe you can cash out
Who want it the smoke what's up what's good
Not bougie rock duby's a chick from the hood
I gets dirty dumb dumb bullets you should worry
I'm explosive deadly tell Putin come and get me
I'm aggressive but sexy my legs be so flexy
My circle be small cause chicks be too messy
I'm grateful y'all hateful you can't stop my vision
I'm shining determined so focused I'm driven
I'm loyal protected your offers rejected
I'm certified on everything
Game over respect it
Acidic y'all basic my dreams I taste it
I'm brilliant just face it
These bars yeah I laced it

Acting funny with money
They be thinking I'm a dummy
Better show up with my money or it's murder
Acting funny with money
They be thinking I'm a dummy
Better show up with my money or it's murder

As I enter the cypher like a sniper
Ready to attack like a Venomous Viper
A black widow Spider
I stay woke I'm so focused
My team swarm around locusts
Took the game without notice
We official certified top of the line
Formed together like Optimus Prime
Transformers we connected
Y'all fumbled we intercept
Cross one we interject
With the brains and intellect
Killa pull your pants up
Killa get your bars right
Killa where your money at
Killa have a goodnight
Looking like a hood fight
Sleep on me you loose sight
Bet on me you choose right
The games on lock it's too tight
Close the coffin
Sleep peacefully in hell
I'm ringing alarms and bells
Giving them something to tell
It's Honey baby
Stay rapping and spitting bars
Aligning metaphors like stars
Blacking out like tar
It's mental
Nothing accidental
Birthed the game so parental
I murder every instrumental
What's next is detrimental
Slice em up cut em Ginzu

Acting funny with money
They be thinking I'm a dummy
Better show up with my money or it's murder
Acting funny with money
They be thinking I'm a dummy
Better show up with my money or it's murder



Credits
Writer(s): Chante Green
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