Top Shelf

[Intro]
(Ayy, ayy, hold on)
Murdaa (Murdaa, Murdaa, Murdaa, Murdaa, Murdaa)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Hold on, I ain't been in the booth in a minute, I gotta feel myself, you heard me?
Gang, gang, gang
Duh, duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh, duh, duh-duh-duh
Duh, duh-duh-duh, duh, uh, hahaha
100K shit, man, you already know
30 Deep, NWM, you heard me?
Quick lil' statement

[Verse 1]
Who that nigga? Ask around, bet they say Alphamega Buccz
I touched the city with a knot and got a couple goofies touched
They like, "Cee Murdaa, please calm down, your ass been gettin' in too much"
So I sat back and switched the goal and he clapped all the goofies up

[Chorus]
I got murder on my mind, can't hang that shit up on the shelf
Got a cake baked for the goofies, I'ma serve that shit myself
He said fuck name, but yellеd, "Bro, please," when I had caught him by hissеlf
Bitch, it's get down or lay down, you gon' get right or gon' get left

[Refrain]
Smokin' top shelf, this ain't kelp, I hit him twice, was yellin' help
He tried to sprint, couldn't make the steps and got his goofy slow ass left
Smokin' top shelf, this ain't kelp, I hit him twice, was yellin' help
He tried to sprint, couldn't make the steps and got his goofy slow ass left

[Verse 2]
I smoke a whole lot of goofies, my favorite one of 'em all
Is the one got Cheddar Bob by the racks sittin' in the car
Boy, you get hit up with this micro, I ain't tryna come spar
Yeah, I might fight you in the mall, we get outside, I flip cars
This for all them niggas dissin', Big Murdaa won't stand down
Y'all boys tryna rap beef, I drop ten, now it's a damn man down
Caught him slippin', pants down, let DP out, he ran down
And all you heard was round of applause clappin', ain't talkin' hand sounds
Fuck nigga wanna play around, but nah, I ain't with none of that
Give me an AR or a K and watch Murdaa go dumb with that
That lil' bitch thought I had a heart, that shit dead, I been done with that
They say your past gon' hunt you down, so shit, fuck it, can't run from that

[Refrain]
Smokin' top shelf, this ain't kelp, I hit him twice, was yellin' help
He tried to sprint, couldn't make the steps and got his goofy slow ass left
Smokin' top shelf, this ain't kelp, I hit him twice, was yellin' help
He tried to sprint, couldn't make the steps and got his goofy slow ass left

[Verse 3]
Uh, bitch, I'm still steppin', and you know I'm still reppin'
Them same niggas from my section, they never got checked, can't check me
And you can't ever correct me, yeah, I can fight, my hands deadly
But I'd rather up this glizzy and send your bitch ass to heaven

[Chorus]
I got murder on my mind, can't hang that shit up on the shelf
Got a cake baked for the goofies, I'ma serve that shit myself
He said fuck name, but yelled, "Bro, please," when I had caught him by hisself
Bitch, it's get down or lay down, you gon' get right or gon' get left (Bitch)

[Outro]
Duh, duh-duh-duh, duh
Duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh, duh, duh-duh-duh
Duh, duh-duh-duh, duh, duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh
Duh, duh-duh-duh
Duh-duh, duh-duh, duh-duh-duh, duh-duh, duh-duh
I like this beat, on God, haha