Back From The Dead

[Intro: KTB Droy]
(Blowin' Opps, Blowin' Opps)

[Chorus: KTB Droy]
Blowin' opps daily, I can't even face it
Hellcat supercharged motor I ain't racing
We catch his ass we scorin', cook his ass like bacon
I'll make a n***a famous
Out the window yellin' gang shit
We not to be played with
Live a thug life like pac' nem'
Hail Mary, throw my blessings u before we box em' in
Chrome hearts, designer kicks, bitch I got all kinda shit
Step on any n***a, give a fuck about a consequence

[Verse 1: KTB Droy]
11 in this clip, im baby Klay
Like im youngboy, trynna hit his top, who' gon die today?
Paul george, we wipe n***as out and say ball game
Free Ric, he was with a n***a in my dog days
Jeans skinny, racks fat, and my whole gang paid
Ain't nobody with you got a body, boy yo gang lame
Everybody with me got a body, the real Murda' gang
Riding with a baby K, trynna catch a baby J
I kidnaped adonis, how im riding with a baby drac
JOG, if i go, then i went out with a bang
Crashed on a skit, if you ain't shooting then u can't hang
I know the opps got a few im shooting every mustang

[Chorus: KTB Droy]
(Blowin' Opps, Blowin' Opps)
Blowin' opps daily, I can't even face it
Hellcat supercharged motor I ain't racing
We catch his ass we scorin', cook his ass like bacon
I'll make a n***a famous
Out the window yellin' gang shit
We not to be played with
Live a thug life like pac' nem'
Hail Mary, throw my blessings u before we box em' in
Chrome hearts, designer kicks, bitch I got all kinda shit
Step on any n***a, give a fuck about a consequence

[Verse 2: Jumpout Gang Mari]
(Skully Gang)
Jumped out a suburban on my cousin and he nervous
Rajon rondo with this 9, n***a fuck a Kyrie Irving
Pray to God, but we still can bang out in front of the churches
We drop a diss but not a hat, little boys don't concern us
Might be at a show i cancel when its time to slide
They forgot we kill shit for real, CJ pull on side
Gave n***as the belt the whole summer, Murderville tired
And we ain't forgot about whop, that Draco took his eye
[Adlib: KTB Droy]
(Belt gang)
[Verse 2: Jumpout Gang Mari] (Continued)
Put shit up, like I'm my big cousin Dre we never stop
Play with us, on Noah I'm sending n***as up top
I'm gettin' tired of the switch, brudda pass me the Glock
I'm like Bron' in a fast break brudda pass me the rock

[Chorus: KTB Droy]
(Blowin' Opps, Blowin' Opps)
Blowin' opps daily, I can't even face it
Hellcat supercharged motor I ain't racing
We catch his ass we scorin', cook his ass like bacon
I'll make a n***a famous
Out the window yellin' gang shit
We not to be played with
Live a thug life like pac' nem'
Hail Mary, throw my blessings u before we box em' in
Chrome hearts, designer kicks, bitch I got all kinda shit
Step on any n***a, give a fuck about a consequence

[Verse 3: GucciAK47s]
We gon rock ya block this choppa' chomp like an XL Bully
Came here with that lil Glock just to duck from sounds of a fully
I'm eating that bitch cookie and it's gushy
I'm standing in front the jury with a knock in my hoodie
AR took his eye like Nick Fury I copped it from Missouri
They tryna backdoor and lure me that boy pussy
Straight to the top like a pulley fuck I look like beefing wit rookies
Hellcat supercharged ain't no way they gonna book me
I'ma shoot shit like I'm curry ain't no way they gonna hook me
Pour a pint of lean they still don't know what's in my soda
Snuck choppas' thru Minnesota
How the feds ain't pull me over
I be killing shit in Dorchester but I chill in Dover (113)
Chrome hearts, designer kicks it's gon make her bend over

[Chorus: KTB Droy]
(Blowin' Opps, Blowin' Opps)
Blowin' opps daily, I can't even face it
Hellcat supercharged motor I ain't racing
We catch his ass we scorin', cook his ass like bacon
I'll make a n***a famous
Out the window yellin' gang shit
We not to be played with
Live a thug life like pac' nem'
Hail Mary, throw my blessings u before we box em' in
Chrome hearts, designer kicks, bitch I got all kinda shit
Step on any n***a, give a fuck about a consequence

[Verse 4: JOG Jayden]
Beat a n***a ass, I am not boxing
Trained all year for this shit, balboa rocky
Damn gang i mean rocky balboa
You can run but can't hide, we still shoot n***as shows up
Skully gang jumpin out, know we do this shit for noah
Bought my bitch a pink benz, it look like a francoa
Sweet potatoe and fries, tell a n***a pick a side
They tried to slime must've forgot that im slime
If you catch a 71, shoot him 71 times
Commited to this shit if he send drop, i will slide
We the real Murda Gang, smackin n***as on live
They keep shooting every track, opps dont even know my ride n***a

[Outro: KTB Droy & Jumpout Gang Mari]
Yeah, Yeah
Lame ass lil boys, we the real Murda Gang, Murda Ville
Fuck them other n***as
Slatt