Judas Baby Remix

[Intro: Murda B]
(AyAy Captain)
Like, suck my dick
Die Drilly
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
Boom, Bitch, Suck My Dick, Like
Die Drilly, Grrah
Grrah, Bitch, Grrah
Like

[Verse 1: Murda B]
Heart pumpin' right before I blam
Murda B, she gon' shoot wit' both hands
He wit' the Dot if that boy never jammed
Top two, not two and I know where I stand
Who do you know that put on for this shit?
Slide to the Hill, tryna catch me a hit
Smokin' on fourteen, they dead in my spliff
And you know i'ma be the new face of this shit
Fuck Notti, should of took a bus
Never lackin', clutchin' on a gun
100k views you know I'm the one
I keep talkin' my shit 'cause you thought I was done
That bitch talkin' hot, tell her come see me
I don't mind about catchin' a Pedey
I'm wit' the Makk and he yellin' out, "Ewee"
Now that I'm lit, niggas can't evеn reach me

[Chorus: Murda B]
He triеd to run and that boy caught a knee shot
New opp, now we smokin' on (Edot)
Rah [?], now I need a detox
Sendin' shots and we knock off his tree top
And I see all the comments
Set her up and that bitch is flying
I don't do the politicking, all the fighting
And I never got beat, why you bitches lying?

[Verse 2: Kyle Richh]
Grrah, I'm in the booth wit' the deuce on my lap (Deuce it)
How you jackin' me? Called you a rat (Get off my dick)
Like, o-opp niggas, still takin' trains
Brother got caught and the other got fame
Like-Like, what? Who really on that? (Damn)
He no good, he did bad for his team (Bad for his team)
How y'all niggas still sippin' on green? (Green no good)
Blockwork a bitch and his mother's a fiend
Like, I'm in the lead, in CELINE (Like, what?)
Niggas' homeless and still tryna beef (Like, how?)
Please don't keep me when I'm off a bean (Like, damn)
Sippin' and grievin' from shit that I seen (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
On a rock wit' a couple of knocks (Like, damn)
Heart drop when they scream, "Ninety-two" (Like, what?)
Free static, go dumb wit' the deuce (Like, damn)
Free static, go dumb wit' the— (Like, huh?)

[Verse 3: Murda B]
Who next? That's Rah
Stupid dumb nigga, caught one to his eye
Smoking the cane and my head in the sky
Notti be bussin', this shit got me high
Like fuck that, what's the word?
Fuck all the opps and fuck what they heard
Catch me a drilly, leave him in the dirt
And I swear when you see me, you better up first

[Outro: Murda B & Kyle Richh]
Grrah-grrah, boom
Bitch, Go dumb wit' the deuce (Like, what? Like, what? Like, damn)
Like, go dumb wit' the— (Damn-damn-damn, grrah-grrah)
Go dumb wit' the deuce (Like, damn)
Damn, go dumb wit' the deuce, damn (Like, what? Like, what? Like, damn)
Like, go dumb wit' the— (Damn-damn-damn, grrah-grrah)
Go dumb wit' the deuce (Like, damn
(AyAy Captain)