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Murder Lyrics
[Intro: FBG Young]
(Flex, Flex, Flex, Flex, Flex)
I'm rollin' hard, I'm thinkin' murder
We ever hit your block, it's purgin'
With them 'Ks, you never now what
Huh, huh, yeah
[Chorus: FBG Young & Wooski]
Huh, I'm bussin' hard, I'm thinkin' murder
If we ever hit your block, we purgin'
If they ever snatch us, don't get nervous
Huh, we smoked your brother ass on purpose
Huh, I treat these bitches like they worthless (I don't want 'em, no)
If it don't feed the fam, that shit worthless (Get it off)
Huh, callin' up the plug like it's urgent (I think I need some more)
(Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop)
I been wildin' with my lunatics from dirt up (Uh-yeah)
[Verse 1: Wooski]
I keep my head up, gotta stay focused (Huh, huh)
We won't stop for 12 'cause they gon' search us (CPDK)
I don't want your bitch, so I dispersed her (Fuck that bitch)
If you comin' short, then I won't serve ya (I won't serve ya)
Tookaville, bitch, that's who I do it for (That's who I do it for)
And if I put 'em on your ass, I bet them shooters blow (Grrah)
You can catch me flexin' in the Louis store (Up in the Louis store)
Or I'm ridin' in a Bentley with a movie ho (Skrt, skrt, skrt)
(Flex, Flex, Flex, Flex, Flex)
I'm rollin' hard, I'm thinkin' murder
We ever hit your block, it's purgin'
With them 'Ks, you never now what
Huh, huh, yeah
[Chorus: FBG Young & Wooski]
Huh, I'm bussin' hard, I'm thinkin' murder
If we ever hit your block, we purgin'
If they ever snatch us, don't get nervous
Huh, we smoked your brother ass on purpose
Huh, I treat these bitches like they worthless (I don't want 'em, no)
If it don't feed the fam, that shit worthless (Get it off)
Huh, callin' up the plug like it's urgent (I think I need some more)
(Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop)
I been wildin' with my lunatics from dirt up (Uh-yeah)
[Verse 1: Wooski]
I keep my head up, gotta stay focused (Huh, huh)
We won't stop for 12 'cause they gon' search us (CPDK)
I don't want your bitch, so I dispersed her (Fuck that bitch)
If you comin' short, then I won't serve ya (I won't serve ya)
Tookaville, bitch, that's who I do it for (That's who I do it for)
And if I put 'em on your ass, I bet them shooters blow (Grrah)
You can catch me flexin' in the Louis store (Up in the Louis store)
Or I'm ridin' in a Bentley with a movie ho (Skrt, skrt, skrt)
[Chorus: FBG Young]
Huh, I'm bussin' hard, I'm thinkin' murder
If we ever hit your block, we purgin'
If they ever snatch us, don't get nervous
Huh, we smoked your brother ass on purpose
Huh, I treat these bitches like they worthless (I don't want 'em, no)
If it don't feed the fam, that shit worthless (Get it off)
Huh, callin' up the plug like it's urgent (I think I need some more)
I been wildin' with my lunatics from dirt up (Uh-yeah)
[Verse 2: FBG Young]
Huh, I treat my niggas like my mama kids
No out of sight, no out of mind, I send my niggas bread
He lost his case, these niggas snitch, ain't seen my mans in years
It's so hard bein' real, but I still hold my head, huh, uh
Totin' on that blicky when I'm headin' home, huh, huh
Think about my youngin' every time I'm gone, huh, huh
Niggas gon' get hell, I fuck around with homes, huh
If they ever snatch, never tell what you know, huh
[Chorus: FBG Young]
Huh, I'm bussin' hard, I'm thinkin' murder
If we ever hit your block, we purgin'
If they ever snatch us, don't get nervous
Huh, we smoked your brother ass on purpose
Huh, I treat these bitches like they worthless (I don't want 'em, no)
If it don't feed the fam, that shit worthless (Get it off)
Huh, callin' up the plug like it's urgent (I think I need some more)
I been wildin' with my lunatics from dirt up (Uh-yeah)
Huh, I'm bussin' hard, I'm thinkin' murder
If we ever hit your block, we purgin'
If they ever snatch us, don't get nervous
Huh, we smoked your brother ass on purpose
Huh, I treat these bitches like they worthless (I don't want 'em, no)
If it don't feed the fam, that shit worthless (Get it off)
Huh, callin' up the plug like it's urgent (I think I need some more)
I been wildin' with my lunatics from dirt up (Uh-yeah)
[Verse 2: FBG Young]
Huh, I treat my niggas like my mama kids
No out of sight, no out of mind, I send my niggas bread
He lost his case, these niggas snitch, ain't seen my mans in years
It's so hard bein' real, but I still hold my head, huh, uh
Totin' on that blicky when I'm headin' home, huh, huh
Think about my youngin' every time I'm gone, huh, huh
Niggas gon' get hell, I fuck around with homes, huh
If they ever snatch, never tell what you know, huh
[Chorus: FBG Young]
Huh, I'm bussin' hard, I'm thinkin' murder
If we ever hit your block, we purgin'
If they ever snatch us, don't get nervous
Huh, we smoked your brother ass on purpose
Huh, I treat these bitches like they worthless (I don't want 'em, no)
If it don't feed the fam, that shit worthless (Get it off)
Huh, callin' up the plug like it's urgent (I think I need some more)
I been wildin' with my lunatics from dirt up (Uh-yeah)
[Bridge: FBG Young]
I treat these bitches like they worthless, worthless
Don't feed the fam, that shit worthless, worthless
Callin' up the plug like it's urgent
I been wildin' with my lunatics from dirt up
[Chorus: FBG Young]
I'm bussin' hard, I'm thinkin' murder
If we ever hit your block, we purgin'
If they ever snatch us, don't get nervous
Huh, we smoked your brother ass on purpose
Huh, I treat these bitches like they worthless (I don't want 'em, no)
If it don't feed the fam, that shit worthless (Get it off)
Huh, callin' up the plug like it's urgent (I think I need some more)
I been wildin' with my lunatics from dirt up (Uh-yeah)
[Outro: FBG Young]
Like my mama kids
I send my niggas bread
I tell him hold his head
Uh, yeah
I treat these bitches like they worthless, worthless
Don't feed the fam, that shit worthless, worthless
Callin' up the plug like it's urgent
I been wildin' with my lunatics from dirt up
[Chorus: FBG Young]
I'm bussin' hard, I'm thinkin' murder
If we ever hit your block, we purgin'
If they ever snatch us, don't get nervous
Huh, we smoked your brother ass on purpose
Huh, I treat these bitches like they worthless (I don't want 'em, no)
If it don't feed the fam, that shit worthless (Get it off)
Huh, callin' up the plug like it's urgent (I think I need some more)
I been wildin' with my lunatics from dirt up (Uh-yeah)
[Outro: FBG Young]
Like my mama kids
I send my niggas bread
I tell him hold his head
Uh, yeah
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November 7, 2018
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