Murda This, Murda That

[Intro: Murda B, Tata, Set Da Trend]
Ayo Eli, what the fuck?
Grrah, grrah
Glah
Suck my dick, bitch
My nigga, Eli
Grrah
(Ayo Eli, what the fuck?) Ah

[Verse 1: Tata]
Pass me the knock, on bro, I'll go Ku
Call me 'Pac cause I carry the deuce
Might better duck if I slide in this goose and my feet to big they can't fit in my shoes
She say she a virgin but her pussy loose
Oh, this bitch think I'm Boo Boo The Fool
Bitch, I'm with Murda, she throw up the trend, I might pull up with Thunder ain't talkin' no zeus

[Verse 2: Murda B & Tata]
Murda let the bullets just rip through her guts
Why ya talking about me when I give no fucks
Fuck that bitch Jaz cause she move like a mutt
Better move out the way when I'm throwing thesе slugs
Like, Murda this, Murda that
Ya just putting my name up in tracks
Stop lying and shit but let's gеt to the facts
You the reason ya homie got packed
Murda this, Murda thatLike, Lil Notti never coming back
That lil dummy traveling in a pack and that dummy got put in a box like Jack

[Verse 3: Set Da Trend]
Setty, you know I'm quick to attack
Came with the smith and move like that man in black
I'm tryna put that boy under
17 shots in the [?] feel like Tucker
You know I'm not with the chuckin
Setty that nigga that dump it in public
Spin through the 8 and they runnin'
[?] Got hit and he still ain't do nothing, like how?
Honcho got shot in his stomach
Niggas be talkin' but they know how my niggas coming
Move to the Look he got hit in his muffin
Always be talkin like who is you touching

[Verse 4: Tata]
Why these niggas be cappin' and shit
Like they ain't tough they just rappin' and shit
Round of applause, I be clappin' her shit, like "Oh my god, what happened to him?"
Shorty ridin' my dick like a rodeo
Got a Drac' I ain't talkin' no OVO
And these niggas keep dissin' and dyin'
They cap on the net and go out by a pokey though

[Verse 5: Murda B & Set Da Trend]
I'm tryna hop out the V, if I catch me a 8oh, nigga, Imma geek
Back out the 40, nigga, let it squeeze
If I catch me a opp, leave him on his knees
I'm tryna let all the bullets go fly
He can get shot if he jack E4 Rah
Fuck Dotty this shit got me high
I won't mention that bitch who got shot in her eye
Fuck Mex
And I'm leaving all you bitches vexed
Better run when I back out the Tec
Imma keep shooting 'till there's nun left (Like grrah)
You better duck or lay low
Stay with baddie she movin' like J. Lo
Nesty got hit with the V and then case closed
Scoring for Jay RipK, flockin for Nazzy
I'm on the well two guns they siamese
Strapped up, I ain't DeJ Loaf, come try me
Head tap that boy do not need a ID
She hear I'm Spanish so she call me papi
Gun gotta kick I do not know karate
33 on me I feel like I'm Scottie
I-I am Mohamed so don't try to box me
If you gon top me, lil' bitch, do it sloppy

[Verse 6: Tata & Set Da Trend]
Tell me I'm nice with the rock
41, we got this shit on lock
Man, why these niggas never on they block
I hit his top and make a nigga drop
How is these niggas claiming they my opps
30 clip feel like Stephen with the pot
You not a ooter, nigga, pass the knocks
Shot after shot until a body drop