Slap Attack

[Intro: NWM Cee Murdaa & [?]]
(Ayy, what?)
(Ayy, ayy, brrrt, bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-baow)
Ayy, ayy, mmm, mmm, mmm, Murdaa back, nigga
(Ayy, Shmurdaa, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Murdaa-Murdaa back, nigga
[?]
Ayy, the spinners back, nigga, ayy, ayy
(Mmm, yuh)
Gang, ayy, ayy, ayy
Voices in my head, tellin' me to- ayy, mmm, ayy
Voices in my head, tellin' me to- mmm, mmm, mmm
And they sayin' Murdaa back, ayy, they like [?]

[Verse:]
Ayy, hop up out that Track and they like, "Who is that?" Murdaa back
I was in the stores, couldn't land the jet, I ain't wanna' rap
Voices in my head keep tellin' me that I'm the best at that
Another voice keep sayin', "That shit cap," my ex mad that I slapped
Had a hunnid', left wit' twenty, hit yo' block, you do the math
I got a Drac', boy put that Taurus up, that's a mix-and-match
And I'm petty, leave a bitch like, "Ayy, give me my pictures back"
My older bitch knew my brother before me, yeah, that's vintage cat
She stop fuckin' wit' me, brought lil' bro'nem, and her whip got snatched
She got a [?] for her jumpin' curbs, and now that bitch got wrapped
My phone got too hot, keep goin' off, it had a slap attack
Been tryna' knock a lil' pussy off, but I can't catch a cat
You goin' too fast, you need to chill out 'cause damn, there go them people
They buck a U, then you buck a U, they come, 'den start high-speedings
Say you never been in a speed whip, sit back and I'ma teach you
Hit down St. Louis Ave, and [?], then go park by Reaver
Bitch, the bird just landed, these ain't falcons, boy, these nun' but eagles
You can be a goat, I hang wit' wolves, and they'll come and eat you
Say you don't slap and you don't snatch, well guess what lil' nigga, we do
Pull up on the side and I start firin', make yo' tinted windows see-through
Say you slappin', I don't believe you
Run off, come retrieve you
Ran shit down like Golden Retriever
Catch plays, wide receivers
Murdaa, why do they wanna' be you? Only one, can't be two
One on one, they can never beat you, tell the opps to meet you
Swing on me, the Glock swing back for me, hit you wit' a one-two
I catch the five, but his son eighteen, tell him, "Hit the sun, too"
That pussy got a thousand miles, lil' bitch, you just a run-through
She suckin' balls and all, she called, but I won't let her come through

[Outro:]
Bitch
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Murdaa!)
Muh'fuckas lucky the beat over, man, I was gon' keep goin' on them bitch ass niggas, on Two-Crip
(Ayy, ayy, Alphamega Murdaa, ayy, Alphamega- fuck, ayy, Alphamega So)
Niggas know how I'm comin', niggas know how I'm comin'
You know, [?], bitch
(Ayy, I don't trust a nigga, no, I never trust a ho, nigga)