Murda One

[Intro]
Skrrt, should sound like that (Uh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, and it should hit like that (Yeah)
Uh (Yeah), yeah, you know (Yeah)
Ayy, you know, haha (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Okay, murder one, a killer on yo' block, I have not heard one (Killer on yo' block)
Bitch just called my phone like twenty-five times and I ain't even answer once (Brrt, stop callin')
Ayy, the truth be ugly, bitch, but I'm the truth and I'm a handsome one (Ayy)
Nigga, all of these choppers around me, if niggas start shootin', I got one of they heads for once (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
These niggas be shakin' they butt and get hit with the button, now all that dancin' done
Ayy, bitch blew her chance and now I gotta call up my side bitch, give her a chance for once
Standin' for somethin' and fallin' for nothin', that bitch wan' talk, I ain't call her for nothin'
She callin' me daddy (Ayy), I ain't callin' her nothin', just give me the number, I'm callin' your bluffin'

[Verse 1]
Ayy, doin' all that clutchin', we catch 'em, we hop out the car and we bust 'em (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ayy, walk down, flush 'em, hittin' two cans, different angles, you know that we crushed 'em, uh (Bah, bah)
Bitches be wastin' they time, talkin' 'bout how they love me, they know I don't love 'em (Talkin' 'bout what?)
Drop like two hoes and I might start a fight for them bitches, you know I suffer, uh (For them bitches)
Kick a bitch out like Martin, been havin' that shit, so they know we ain't startin'
They know I'm impartial, I don't give no fuck about who in the middle, I'm hittin' my target (The fuck?)
Talkin' that tough shit, get yo' ass painted the fuck up, Yac ain't no regular artist
Bitch, I ain't no regular nigga, this ain't no regular smoke, this shit came with (Ahh)
This ain't no regular smoke
I was a young nigga fuckin' on cougars, was puttin' my dick in a predator ho (Haha)
She probably had kids that was older than me, shit, I'll never know (Uh)
Shit, I was sixteen doin' shit that they never would know, goin' places they would never go
Ayy, I got pain all inside of me, don't want my heart on my sleeve (Ayy), some shit that I'll never show

[Chorus]
Okay, murder one, a killer on yo' block, I have not heard one (Killer on yo' block)
Bitch just called my phone like twenty-five times and I ain't even answer once (Brrt, stop fuckin' callin')
Leave a nigga blind like Ray, yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Charles, bitch, I'm the Manson one (Talkin' 'bout Charles)
Layin' on shit, kick back behind that tent, they not a camper one (Brrt, brrt)

[Verse 2]
Whenever we be in that jungle, whenever we ready to rumble, lil' brother just slammed him one (We in that jungle)
I still call up 30 to do a handoff, my nigga gon' hand him one (I still call up 30)
Bitch, I come through, Audi A4, swingin' doors, I'm swingin' chop (Skrrt, skrrt)
We got Call of Duty loadouts, reach and get yo' fingers chopped (Get yo' shit split)
Ayy, it ain't no muzzle on that dog, we come through, pop-pop-pop (Buh, buh)
Ayy, so brodie put suppressors on assault rifles and pop a dot (Ayy)
Ayy, nigga be poppin' a lot 'cause we outside the house and we popped the lock
Told that bitch I ain't finna converse with you, like a convertible, come through and drop the top (Ayy)
He gotta Glock, but that bitch a convertible into a fully, it got a collapsible stock (Brrt, brrt)
Uh, foenem be dyin' and laughin', then do the same thing when the casket drop (Ayy)
Rap niggas my son, I might put a band on one, like fuck it, abandon one (Ayy)
Nigga, all of these choppers around me, if niggas start shootin', I got one of they heads for once (Grrah, grrah, grrah)

[Chorus]
These niggas be shakin' they butt and get hit with the button, now all that dancin' done
Ayy, bitch blew her chance and now I gotta call up my side bitch, give her a chance for once
Standin' for somethin' and fallin' for nothin', that bitch wan' talk, I ain't call her for nothin'
She callin' me daddy (Ayy), I ain't callin' her nothin', just give me the number, I'm callin' your bluffin' (Ayy, huh)