Murda Boyz
DJ Drama
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What the fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Always free the guys, stay rap free
And keep the suckers out your circle
What the fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Finna pull up to your crib and put my dick right in your mouth
I'm a boss, I can show you what this boss shit all about
I'm at Ross buyin' bags, fuck around and buy a house (He a real boss)
I'm that nigga in the city
Man, that nigga broke, no way in hell he fuckin' with me
Miami on the boat full of hoes, I keep it litty
Boo, you're like the pope, I made a killin' with them brickies
Pull up with a chopper and blow out your fuckin' kidneys
Project bitch, she gon' pull up in a Jimmy
Rest in peace, that's Ticky, I'm ready to die just like I'm Biggy
Yeah, that boy a wiggy, I'm always ridin' with it with me
Came up from the glicky, now I got thousands, you can dig me
Murders, no attempties, this shit violent, dog, no kizzy
Sold two bricks to Sydney, try not let the system trip me
Showed up in a Bentley, what a hater got against me?
What a hatin'-ass nigga got against me?
I'll squeeze a fuckin' bitch until it's empty
We the homicide boys, no attempties
We be givin' niggas smoke just like a chimney
Ayy, tell me what a hater got against me?
Double F's, I'm a felon in some Fendi
I just stuffed Amiri jeans with a ten-piece
We the homicide boys, no attempties
Homicide Gang, we pull up spinnin' in an SRT
First one had the buck-four, my favorite Glock a twenty-three
Pull up, it be either you or me, I put this carbon on repeat
Before I made a hit, you could hit me up for the cheapest P's
Fast forward, now it's big Backwoods, exotic weed
Place your order, you can get that work from me or T the P
When we beefin', ain't no sleepin' 'less I'm creepin' in your tree
Hoppin' out with F&Ns, big Dracos, and them .223s
Free A-Wop out the chain gang, he quick to shoot for me
Ayy, free Lil Hank, we double back and missed to get on feet
Everybody sendin' shots like we 'posed to been in the league
I ain't doin' feature rappers sweet, I'm
Tryna take they jewelry (Beat it, beat it)
What a hatin'-ass nigga got against me?
I'll squeeze a fuckin' bitch until it's empty
We the homicide boys, no attempties
We be givin' niggas smoke just like a chimney
Ayy, tell me what a hater got against me?
Double F's, I'm a felon in some Fendi
I just stuffed Amiri jeans with a ten-piece (Uh, Trap)
We the homicide boys, no attempties (Ayy)
Ridin' with the chopper, we like Harleys
Sellin' all these B's, I put Mercedes on the car key
I done made a killin' off that rental, me and Hardy
Ballin' on these niggas, Draymond Green, can't even guard me
Put Setty on a mission, he ain't never met Starvy
Gave your ho the dick and now she wanna be a Harvey
Gave your ho attention, now she think that she a Barbie
These diamonds on my neck is always dancin', it's a party
I got dead honkies on me, monkey bought a glicky
Turn your back on me and you'll end up like Ricky
I don't want no skinny bitches 'round me, I get picky
I been gettin' money since the trim was wearin' Dickies
It's Deezly, ayy
What a hatin'-ass nigga got against me?
I'll squeeze a fuckin' bitch until it's empty
We the homicide boys, no attempties
We be givin' niggas smoke just like a chimney
Ayy, tell me what a hater got against me?
Double F's, I'm a felon in some Fendi
I just stuffed Amiri jeans with a ten-piece
We the homicide boys, no attempties
Ayy, what a hatin'-ass nigga got against me?
Double F's, I'm a felon in some Fendi
I just stuffed Amiri jeans with a ten-piece
We the homicide boys, no attempties