Still Murda Murda Kill Kill!
Stunna 4 Vegas
GENRE
[Intro]
Uh, murder murder, kill kill
Murder murder, kill kill
Murder murder, kill kill (Uh, uh)
(Fuck about that deal, I rap 'bout killin' 'cause I still will)
Uh, uh
Murder murder, kill kill (Baow, baow)
Kill kill (And I got the Yayo)
Baow
[Chorus]
Uh, murder murder, kill kill (Baow, baow)
Fuck about that deal, I rap 'bout killin' 'cause I still will (Still'll kill)
Uh-huh, still handle business though, still plottin' on 'em Ms still (Racks)
My lil' pet, she a ho, like fuckin' on 'em X pills (X pills)
Fuck nigga play with 4, he must be poppin' pressed pills (Fuck)
[Verse 1]
I'm smokin' shh, he pressure (Gas)
I make a ho listen, Alexa (Thot, thot)
Yeah, bitch know I won't even text her (Ha)
Uh, nigga get stretched when we catch him (Comе here)
No yap, we'll paint a opp whitе tee, ketchup (Gang)
This a SRT, they can't catch us (Vrrt)
I been one us, fuck is you made us? (Thot)
I dog the ho, won't call the ho
You prolly hit her and stalked the ho (On God)
You prolly hit her and scarred the ho (Fool)
Say she ain't never been in this car before (Uh-uh)
Uh-huh, she give her all to 4 (Come on)
I can pick a bitch like eeny, miny, moe (Yeah)
If it's up, nigga, fuck is you typin' for? (Yeah, yeah)
We the ones puffin' up all the smoke (Yeah, yeah)
I stuff dead oppps in my Backwood, blunt so fat, shit look like a sage (Gas)
Every nigga with me strapped on stage (Fire, fire)
Might fuck up my kidneys, sip too much quake (Drank)
Bitch nigga play, he gon' dig his grave (Bitch)
I ain't even gon' play, I got too much paper (On God)
Too many guns and too much BAPE
If I want, I can put this shit on every day (Put this shit on every day)
[Chorus]
Uh, murder murder, kill kill (Kill)
Fuck about that deal, I rap 'bout killin' 'cause I still will (Still'll kill)
Uh-huh, still handle business though, still plottin' on 'em Ms still (Racks)
My lil' pet, she a ho, like fuckin' on 'em X pills (X, X)
Fuck nigga play with 4, he must be poppin' pressed pills (Pressed pills)
[Verse 2]
Must be poppin' pressed pills
Must be sippin' fake drank (Uh-huh), nigga, it'll get real (Fuck)
I still walk 'round with that steel steel (Fire), bitch, I'm a big pill (Blatt)
All my opps know I'm a big deal (Blatt), no cap (Blatt), we poppin' real seals
I need them racks to appear, catch a opp, get him right outta here (Come on)
She eat the meat, it be hard to stare (Uh-huh), I won't go if I can't put my rod in there (Can't put my rod)
We got more straps than the born here, I get 'em touched with a call, that's it (Uh-huh)
Hang out the car, then hit (Boom, boom, boom, boom), prolly tryna find out what car he is (On God)
[Chorus]
Uh, murder murder, kill kill (Murder murder)
Fuck about that deal (Murder murder), I rap 'bout killin' 'cause I still will (Still will)
Uh-huh, still handle business though, still plottin' on 'em Ms still (Still plottin' a hundred M)
My lil' pet, she a ho, like fuckin' on 'em X pills (Like, "Wanna fuck on 'em X pills?")
Fuck nigga play with 4, he must be poppin' pressed pills
[Outro]
He must be poppin' pressed pills
Must be sippin' fake drank, nigga, it'll get real
I still walk 'round with that steel steel
Murder murder, murder murder, kill kill
(And I got the Yayo)
Uh, murder murder, kill kill
Murder murder, kill kill
Murder murder, kill kill (Uh, uh)
(Fuck about that deal, I rap 'bout killin' 'cause I still will)
Uh, uh
Murder murder, kill kill (Baow, baow)
Kill kill (And I got the Yayo)
Baow
[Chorus]
Uh, murder murder, kill kill (Baow, baow)
Fuck about that deal, I rap 'bout killin' 'cause I still will (Still'll kill)
Uh-huh, still handle business though, still plottin' on 'em Ms still (Racks)
My lil' pet, she a ho, like fuckin' on 'em X pills (X pills)
Fuck nigga play with 4, he must be poppin' pressed pills (Fuck)
[Verse 1]
I'm smokin' shh, he pressure (Gas)
I make a ho listen, Alexa (Thot, thot)
Yeah, bitch know I won't even text her (Ha)
Uh, nigga get stretched when we catch him (Comе here)
No yap, we'll paint a opp whitе tee, ketchup (Gang)
This a SRT, they can't catch us (Vrrt)
I been one us, fuck is you made us? (Thot)
I dog the ho, won't call the ho
You prolly hit her and stalked the ho (On God)
You prolly hit her and scarred the ho (Fool)
Say she ain't never been in this car before (Uh-uh)
Uh-huh, she give her all to 4 (Come on)
I can pick a bitch like eeny, miny, moe (Yeah)
If it's up, nigga, fuck is you typin' for? (Yeah, yeah)
We the ones puffin' up all the smoke (Yeah, yeah)
I stuff dead oppps in my Backwood, blunt so fat, shit look like a sage (Gas)
Every nigga with me strapped on stage (Fire, fire)
Might fuck up my kidneys, sip too much quake (Drank)
Bitch nigga play, he gon' dig his grave (Bitch)
I ain't even gon' play, I got too much paper (On God)
Too many guns and too much BAPE
If I want, I can put this shit on every day (Put this shit on every day)
[Chorus]
Uh, murder murder, kill kill (Kill)
Fuck about that deal, I rap 'bout killin' 'cause I still will (Still'll kill)
Uh-huh, still handle business though, still plottin' on 'em Ms still (Racks)
My lil' pet, she a ho, like fuckin' on 'em X pills (X, X)
Fuck nigga play with 4, he must be poppin' pressed pills (Pressed pills)
[Verse 2]
Must be poppin' pressed pills
Must be sippin' fake drank (Uh-huh), nigga, it'll get real (Fuck)
I still walk 'round with that steel steel (Fire), bitch, I'm a big pill (Blatt)
All my opps know I'm a big deal (Blatt), no cap (Blatt), we poppin' real seals
I need them racks to appear, catch a opp, get him right outta here (Come on)
She eat the meat, it be hard to stare (Uh-huh), I won't go if I can't put my rod in there (Can't put my rod)
We got more straps than the born here, I get 'em touched with a call, that's it (Uh-huh)
Hang out the car, then hit (Boom, boom, boom, boom), prolly tryna find out what car he is (On God)
[Chorus]
Uh, murder murder, kill kill (Murder murder)
Fuck about that deal (Murder murder), I rap 'bout killin' 'cause I still will (Still will)
Uh-huh, still handle business though, still plottin' on 'em Ms still (Still plottin' a hundred M)
My lil' pet, she a ho, like fuckin' on 'em X pills (Like, "Wanna fuck on 'em X pills?")
Fuck nigga play with 4, he must be poppin' pressed pills
[Outro]
He must be poppin' pressed pills
Must be sippin' fake drank, nigga, it'll get real
I still walk 'round with that steel steel
Murder murder, murder murder, kill kill
(And I got the Yayo)
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