Murda Who?

Hey, yo, X9
Aye
Aye
Aye

Yo, Aiden, you make this
Aye, you gon' murda who?
Hey, keep my name out your mouth
If we spin up on your block, we talkin' crazy, smokin' loud

Man, you niggas is some phonies, man, you niggas is some clowns
How your homie hop up out the whip
N still got socked out, Hes a bitch
And y'all niggas is some snitches, hell nah

I ain't really with that sneak dissin, he-go-to the boothe
Im in his hood bitch we different had his momma really cryin she said baby be diffrent
You not with this life style nigga you not indifferent if we catch him in the street we really leave his head missin like fbg duck how many niggas killed him he really tried to run but drako went in and fetched him

Bullets was so hot, it cooked him up like a vegetable
If that ain't enough, he get chopped like a carrot, too
These pussy niggas got me fucked up, too
Finna bitch about the prices, bitch, I made those, too

And the nigga in the pack, that he smokin'
Well shit, nigga its his own dude