[Chorus: YRN Murk]
Got a rude boy, he tote a big gun
Hundred roun clip, call that bitch a drum
Top shotta, do the murder shit for fun
[?] shoot the shots to make him run
[Verse 1: YRN Murk]
I got [?] go get him
You might lose your life [?]
These niggas rookys, get caught in a pickle
You need to move, I'm bout to dissmissle
Don't know the dude, his body went missing
Pussy boy, I do not hear all that dissing
[?] in my kitchen
Dope whippin the pot and remixing
I pull off the lot, a horse in my engen
Pussy boy [?] see all the [?]
I'm the top shotta, I got some new [?]
Get the job done, and don't need no wittness
[?]
YRN roles go [?]
[?]
Pouring up lean, fuck up my kidnies
Iced out my teeth, Johnny my dentist
[?] mob, we can get with it
I got them choppers that take down your city
Clip, double D titties
Dread heads pulling up with the [?]
Look funny, and you might just get shot
Trappin [?] fuck up the pot
I don't talk to rats, keep [?]
Racks, stacked to the top
Hitting that, police, don't fuck with cops
What you doing? You can't trap on this block
Kidnap him, tie him up in a not
Bando open, tell the junkies come shop
Come to my hood, they gon take what you got
I'm in the hood, and I'm still holding Glocks
Two shots to the stomach, his body gon rock
Got a rude boy, he tote a big gun
Hundred roun clip, call that bitch a drum
Top shotta, do the murder shit for fun
[?] shoot the shots to make him run
[Verse 1: YRN Murk]
I got [?] go get him
You might lose your life [?]
These niggas rookys, get caught in a pickle
You need to move, I'm bout to dissmissle
Don't know the dude, his body went missing
Pussy boy, I do not hear all that dissing
[?] in my kitchen
Dope whippin the pot and remixing
I pull off the lot, a horse in my engen
Pussy boy [?] see all the [?]
I'm the top shotta, I got some new [?]
Get the job done, and don't need no wittness
[?]
YRN roles go [?]
[?]
Pouring up lean, fuck up my kidnies
Iced out my teeth, Johnny my dentist
[?] mob, we can get with it
I got them choppers that take down your city
Clip, double D titties
Dread heads pulling up with the [?]
Look funny, and you might just get shot
Trappin [?] fuck up the pot
I don't talk to rats, keep [?]
Racks, stacked to the top
Hitting that, police, don't fuck with cops
What you doing? You can't trap on this block
Kidnap him, tie him up in a not
Bando open, tell the junkies come shop
Come to my hood, they gon take what you got
I'm in the hood, and I'm still holding Glocks
Two shots to the stomach, his body gon rock
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