MURDA

[Intro]
What are you fuckin' nuts?

[Verse 1: 5.53FXNDI]
Bitch I'm-Bitch I'm at the red light, choppa [?]
Cruisin'-Cruisin' through yo' section, I don't need a fuckin' map
4g-4g autos on the wheels like, who the fuck is that?
Switchy-Switchy on the glicky, bitch, we airin' out the scat
That's the sound of the gun
20 shots and that boy done
I got partners on the run
Choppa hotter than the sun
I be trappin' at the ton
Not a trapper, not a rapper, lil' pussy, you's my son
Roll up, I'ma roll down, start shootin', this a automatic
I'm really with it, don't gotta fake it, we crashin' out, we causin' havoc
Say you want it, better buy some guns, I swear to god, I'ma let ya' have it
Gotta arsenal with 'lot of drums, whole lot of clips, this gon' be tragic
You speakin' on me, well, I got an army, we comin' like the Taliban
Sti-Sticks and drums, switches for thumbs, we takin' out every man
Mas-Mask up, black clothes, we slidin' out like we in a clan
Choppa-Choppa spit flames, it's hot, better get back, might get a tan
Murder, murder, murder, it's a homicide
Slidin' with my brothers, man, I promise you gon' die
You don-You don't want no smoke, I don't care if I die
So-So many shots, cooler kit on the [?]

[Verse 2: PGM SPAZZ]
Cru-Cruisin' through the ville, [?] 50, I'm gon' get you killed
His blood start to spill, ask that pussy, how the fuck he feel?
Yes, I tote big guns, I-I-I got hella ratchets for you internet faggots
Think you fun, slide with my hatchet
[?]
I blow smoke, like [?]
Makin' him run, like he a athlete
He don't got gas so he cannot match me
Might shoot a Muslim, [?]
That boy is starvin', [?] a body
Think I'm a bitch? I [?] with the shotty
I hit him with [?]
And I'm with the gang, you [?]
I'm takin' the [?] like Lil Yachty
I'm uppin' this pistol, bitch, I'm feelin' naughty
I'm flexin' my shit like I just won the lottery
And most of you rappers be cap
Y'all really be dumb, y'all don't know how to act
[?] when I sip the act
When I'm winnin', y'all hittin', so I'm comin' back, bitch