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[Intro: NWM Cee Murdaa]
Murdaa!
Skrrt, skrrt, what?
Who made the beat? (What?)
Helluva made this beat, baby
What?

[Chorus: NWM Cee Murdaa]
Ayy, I'm into fast cars
I'm into sellin' hard, put 30s on bodyguards (Ayy, ayy)
Ain't into broke hoes
Ain't into stank bitches, so bitch, keep yo' clothes on
Ayy, ayy, I'm into gettin' money
I'm into smokin' loud, I'm into switches and hunnid's
Ayy, ayy, ain't in this shit for nothin'
I'm into manhuntin', yo' hole the same size as Funyuns
Inside, buckin' Draco's, out the window, MAC-11s
Seven drills last week, did that with seven different weapons
Hit him in his head, bounced it off the sidewalk
30 got away, next day, he outlined in chalk

[Verse 1: NWM Cee Murdaa]
Bitch, I like poppin' pills, and I like poppin' up
Don't get shot in the club, 'cause you like turnin' up
He finally got a gun, I guess that turnеd him tough
Look at me wrong, one to the domе, and now he lookin' stuck
I flee the scene like I got wings, bitch, you would think I had on Robins
Steady dunkin' on his team, I scored more points than Dennis Rodman
Bitch, I'm destined to the top, and I don't care how much you poppin'
Eat me up, boy eat the dust, and baby, that's yo' only option
It's not a ultimatum
I'm only in town one night, know the vibes and situation
Now can you hurry up? 'Cause I got other bitches waitin'
And one bitch flyin' in, but that's another demonstration
Say I'm crazy, mental patient, I like fuckin' after payments

[Chorus: NWM Cee Murdaa]
Ayy, I'm into fast cars
I'm into sellin' hard, put 30s on bodyguards (Ayy, ayy)
Ain't into broke hoes
Ain't into stank bitches, so bitch, keep yo' clothes on
Ayy, ayy, I'm into gettin' money
I'm into smokin' loud, I'm into switches and hunnid's
Ayy, ayy, ain't in this shit for nothin'
I'm into manhuntin', yo' hole the same size as Funyuns
Inside, buckin' Draco's, out the window, MAC-11s
Seven drills last week, did that with seven different weapons
Hit him in his head, bounced it off the sidewalk
30 got away, next day, he outlined in chalk

[Verse 2: 30 Deep Grimeyy]
Leilani prayin' for a nigga 'cause I live what I rap
Known to walk a nigga down and hit his ribs and his back
Bumper-to-bumper, out the window wit' that Drac', made a wrap
Cases opened, bases loaded, goofies steady gettin' whacked
Ku' parked it in the alley, so we hit the sidewalk
Ain't gon' lie, the cats be deep, we took precaution when we stalk
Bro be thirsty for a body, so he turned into the hawk
He tried to run, we hit his back, and turned his ass to Marshall Faulk
Brother got whacked, still tryna' rap, he died and that was y'all fault
He hit the gate and made his fate, he tried to run and he got hawked
You play wit' me, you gotta' die, bitch, I don't know what y'all was taught
New pack aroma, spray Corona out this Glock, and yeah, I caught 'em

[Chorus: NWM Cee Murdaa]
Ayy, I'm into fast cars
I'm into sellin' hard, put 30s on bodyguards (Ayy, ayy)
Ain't into broke hoes
Ain't into stank bitches, so bitch, keep yo' clothes on
Ayy, ayy, I'm into gettin' money
I'm into smokin' loud, I'm into switches and hunnid's
Ayy, ayy, ain't in this shit for nothin'
I'm into manhuntin', yo' hole the same size as Funyuns
Inside, buckin' Draco's, out the window, MAC-11s
Seven drills last week, did that with seven different weapons
Hit him in his head, bounced it off the sidewalk
30 got away, next day, he outlined in chalk