Murdaa Cee Wrote (Intro)

[Intro]
(Ahaha, ha)
(Bop, bop)
Murdaa ([?])
606, fuck this up
([?])
What, what
(Murdaa Cee Wrote, on what)

[Verse]
Bitch I'm a demon I play in disguise
Bet they always tell when they look in my eyes
Popped out the cut, had his lil' ass surprised
Then he tried to run then I ran opened fire
Most of these little niggas ain't down to slide
But I call them lil' Spottem we push up and ride
You catch my drift, lil' bitch I glide
Just popped a pill, lil' bitch I'm fried
Shout out to [?] taught me how to drive
And shout out to Swisher taught me how to shoot
We push through the roads, Iz you know we gon' ride and then we gon' fuck 'round here thru the flu
Who he gon' hit the break, wise and drive and I grab 2 glizzys and hang out the roof
Most of these bitches annoyin' like flies so after I fuck you know I'm blockin' you
Bitch I'm a crip, bitch I'm a deuce
But I fuck with dogs you hear 'em roof
They pass me the ball, I'm dunkin' on you
I did it myself and I wasn't no Alley-oop
Remember in jail fight niggas for soups
But now I get paid to freestyle in the booth
This mad lil' bitch she got me the scoop
She say he got bricks so I push up and swoop
And I ain't killin' him cuz I got kill her
I ain't catchin' one charge bitch I'm catchin' two
Yeah that was my work put his ass in the dirt tryna play both sides blew his ass like a flute
Who up there, we switchin' roofs
Then he got bodies, it's in my roof
Thought I ain't had my gun, oh silly you
Tryna rob me and got shot in his tooth (Bop)
Turnin' up, turnin' up, burnin' up, burnin' up pass me a latter, roll dope by the woods
Fuckin' her, fuckin' her, fuckin' her friend and I already told her, then she understood (C'mere)
Word around town Murdaa slangin' that wood and that's in the street say yo bitch said I'm good
Murdaa Cee Wrote, got the tape on the way, and you already know that bitch finna flood
They shit finna flop so they ridin' my wave
I'm still poppin' niggas, I'm stuck in my way
I'm still shootin' that beef from way back in the day
Like come lil' boy I remember your face
I flew the crowd, he tryna run
I scored the touchdown, he fumbled his gun
See this AP, it's one of one
If you with this guy then get it off my arm
[?] got the cuban, I'm gettin' him a charm
Fuckin' yo bitch and she said I'm a charm
Come in the building, set off the alarm
I'm smokin' the finest from organic farms
Super got rollies I'm bustin' 'em down
Yo' bitch come around and she bustin' my rounds
Think he a savage, he fuckin' a clown
He a savage to you, but a bitch in the town

[Outro]
Murdaa
Boom, boom
Brr, boom, boom, boom, boom
That's how the drac' be soundin', yurr, haha, hold the jag
C'mere
Brr, boom, boom, boom