Murderap Boy
Y'all fake
And see thru
Damn y'all must be a hologram
Feeling like a rez dog
Running with no collar man
Yeah
And I'm only 5'8"
But I'm feeling much taller man
Lil Lee
Yeah it's the Sota man
But I do it all for the Murder
A P
Twin double hustle in the Sota
T C
But I'm running it like Cook
Or A P
Yeah
Running thru these motherfucker's
Damn they can't stop a native
Cuz I'm on different hustle
Aye
Flexing like I got no muscle
Wrestle up the fund's
I ain't dumb
I ain't going to buckle
Yeah
I'm a need a bundle or a pack
When I'm moving back
Thru the Murderap
Beat your ass
Wouldn't need a strap
You can bet on that
Feeling like I'm Blue Devil
Cuz I'm dressed in all black
Yeah
Yeah like I'm Batman
Give you two bin's
Cuz damn y'all trash man
Aye
Everything off brand
Hating on a native
Cuz I'm doing shit they can't stand
Quick sand with your hustle
And your motives
What I notice
That you lie
And you do your homie's bogus
That's corrosive
Bitch I'm the bomb
No explosive's
Taking all that hate is erosive
Everything is noted
And I'm loaded
With the ammo of the bar's bro
They smoke your bitch ass
Put you out like a Marlboro
Or a backwood
Do it to ya
Like in Fargo
I wouldn't need the help
Throw em out like it's cargo
Aye
Grew up round the narco
So I've been dope
Knew about the real
With the kill
And you still sloped
Couldn't see me
Not even with a big scope
Pull up to the proj
And you said Nope
Nah
We don't play
We don't play
Better listen to your momma
Don't fuck with them trap boy's
Nah
We don't play
We don't play
Don't fuck around here
Where it's at
Murderap boy
Nah
We don't play
We don't play
Better listen to your momma
Don't fuck with them trap boy's
Nah
We don't play
We don't play
Don't fuck around boy
I'm that Murderap boy
Damn
Y'all still on that hate shit
Living fake with
All them snakes
Living basic
Face it
Man I cut my ties
With the fake biz
You couldn't see my vision
Even if you got the lasik
Give me any track
I'm a lace it
Whether it's fire or cold
I'm complacent
I ain't gonna waste it
Hustle from the basement
To the pavement
And y'all on a hoe basis
Running out the base's
Ain't no chasing Lee
Gotta get up with the team
The only way you fuck with me
I don't know your boy's
I ain't brotherly
You fucking with the same bitche's
Is how you getting cuddly
Luckily
I ain't talking no cap
Running no lapse
You Minne in the Murderap
Where the burner at
More like where your flow at
You snitching on your brother
That's how you got your bro's back
Been with a pack
Like the Timberwolves
I don't fuck around you boys
Cuz y'all pitiful
Minimal mind's
Got the blind's
Y'all typical
Barely got the drip
But you lit
Getting little pull
Little fool's bragging
Act like I lost my bar's aging
And I came back so amazing
Riding thru Southside swangin
Breaking down a Minne pack
And I'm still blazin
This IT what they craving
Bragging bout the little fund's
For the little run's
That they make
Being middle man
Damn that's a riddle man
You still pushing little gram's
Talking like you made the block hot
Barely sizzle man
You never been the man
Just a homie of a homie
And you homely
That's how the street's done you
I ride around the city
In the Minne
Feeling major
When I'm litty
And I do this
All for the 612
Nah
We don't play
We don't play
Better listen to your momma
Don't fuck with them trap boy's
Nah
We don't play
We don't play
Don't fuck around here
Where it's at
Murderap boy
Nah
We don't play
We don't play
Better listen to your momma
Don't fuck with them trap boy's
Nah
We don't play
We don't play
Don't fuck around boy
I'm that Murderap boy
And see thru
Damn y'all must be a hologram
Feeling like a rez dog
Running with no collar man
Yeah
And I'm only 5'8"
But I'm feeling much taller man
Lil Lee
Yeah it's the Sota man
But I do it all for the Murder
A P
Twin double hustle in the Sota
T C
But I'm running it like Cook
Or A P
Yeah
Running thru these motherfucker's
Damn they can't stop a native
Cuz I'm on different hustle
Aye
Flexing like I got no muscle
Wrestle up the fund's
I ain't dumb
I ain't going to buckle
Yeah
I'm a need a bundle or a pack
When I'm moving back
Thru the Murderap
Beat your ass
Wouldn't need a strap
You can bet on that
Feeling like I'm Blue Devil
Cuz I'm dressed in all black
Yeah
Yeah like I'm Batman
Give you two bin's
Cuz damn y'all trash man
Aye
Everything off brand
Hating on a native
Cuz I'm doing shit they can't stand
Quick sand with your hustle
And your motives
What I notice
That you lie
And you do your homie's bogus
That's corrosive
Bitch I'm the bomb
No explosive's
Taking all that hate is erosive
Everything is noted
And I'm loaded
With the ammo of the bar's bro
They smoke your bitch ass
Put you out like a Marlboro
Or a backwood
Do it to ya
Like in Fargo
I wouldn't need the help
Throw em out like it's cargo
Aye
Grew up round the narco
So I've been dope
Knew about the real
With the kill
And you still sloped
Couldn't see me
Not even with a big scope
Pull up to the proj
And you said Nope
Nah
We don't play
We don't play
Better listen to your momma
Don't fuck with them trap boy's
Nah
We don't play
We don't play
Don't fuck around here
Where it's at
Murderap boy
Nah
We don't play
We don't play
Better listen to your momma
Don't fuck with them trap boy's
Nah
We don't play
We don't play
Don't fuck around boy
I'm that Murderap boy
Damn
Y'all still on that hate shit
Living fake with
All them snakes
Living basic
Face it
Man I cut my ties
With the fake biz
You couldn't see my vision
Even if you got the lasik
Give me any track
I'm a lace it
Whether it's fire or cold
I'm complacent
I ain't gonna waste it
Hustle from the basement
To the pavement
And y'all on a hoe basis
Running out the base's
Ain't no chasing Lee
Gotta get up with the team
The only way you fuck with me
I don't know your boy's
I ain't brotherly
You fucking with the same bitche's
Is how you getting cuddly
Luckily
I ain't talking no cap
Running no lapse
You Minne in the Murderap
Where the burner at
More like where your flow at
You snitching on your brother
That's how you got your bro's back
Been with a pack
Like the Timberwolves
I don't fuck around you boys
Cuz y'all pitiful
Minimal mind's
Got the blind's
Y'all typical
Barely got the drip
But you lit
Getting little pull
Little fool's bragging
Act like I lost my bar's aging
And I came back so amazing
Riding thru Southside swangin
Breaking down a Minne pack
And I'm still blazin
This IT what they craving
Bragging bout the little fund's
For the little run's
That they make
Being middle man
Damn that's a riddle man
You still pushing little gram's
Talking like you made the block hot
Barely sizzle man
You never been the man
Just a homie of a homie
And you homely
That's how the street's done you
I ride around the city
In the Minne
Feeling major
When I'm litty
And I do this
All for the 612
Nah
We don't play
We don't play
Better listen to your momma
Don't fuck with them trap boy's
Nah
We don't play
We don't play
Don't fuck around here
Where it's at
Murderap boy
Nah
We don't play
We don't play
Better listen to your momma
Don't fuck with them trap boy's
Nah
We don't play
We don't play
Don't fuck around boy
I'm that Murderap boy
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Writer(s): Lelan Leecy
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