Murda gang

[Intro]
Put the music back on

[Verse 1: lil fire]
Murda gang
Shit goes hard like a boomerang
On my mind, I got a hundred things
Bitch is hard, wanna make her scream
Fill the cup with a lot of lean
Eyes closed like a wet dream
Soaked in with the blood stains
Young ones call me lightskin
Goth bitch cause I like it
Bitches get divided
Get high like lightning
Drugs get me minded
Lil gas keep going up cause I'm top ten like vicodin

[Verse 2: lil gas]
Murda gang
Be so gassed I forgot the saying
Pour me up another cup of lean
Shoot him in his spleen
Bitches be starting to call me mean
Bitches be acting like they clean
Snitches think the clean
My raps be fresh and clean
Bitches call me Mr. Clean
Double cup with the lean
Shoot a opp in his spleen
Rock the shot with the beam
Eyes closed like a dream
Pussy filled with whipped cream
Snitches acting like they Mickey Mouse
I ain't ever been to the ClubHouse
Oo

[Verse 3: lil fire]
Murda gang
My bitch ain't black or white
Bitch pussy pretty tight
Hoes spread like a Friday night
Pull up and we gon' fight
Shot a opp, make 'em see the light
Trip out when I trip the Sprite
Lift right out with gas in flight