Murda Heembeezy

[Intro]
(Ja money, who that is?)
Yeah, bitch
You know who it is n*gga
Yeah, ah

[Chorus]
Bitch I want blood, got me screaming out “Murda, murda”
Ain’t nothin’ but killers in my circle
I’m ridin’ ‘round with my blick, I just might murk ya
I’m out my mind, ain’t got no sense, I might just hurt ya
I think I’m, out my mind
Kill everybody n*gga bitch, till I ain’t hurtin’ no more (Bitch)
Like fuck that bitch, and Ion need her no more, she don’t deserve me no more
I’m ridin’ ‘round with that heater, I see 12 and get low (Mh-oh)

[Verse]
Get sick and tired of these pussy bitches speakin’ on my name
I’m toting five, and my clip and stick, bitch it’ll blow your brain
I’m losin’ my mind, on these pussy n*ggas, thinking they know me
I don’t give a fuck who the n*gga is, you say it’s up, put him in the grave (Bitch)
It’s early morning, and I’m rolling
All they gotta do is cross me once, and then I’m offing a n*gga
I ain’t go lie, I like lil’ mama ‘cause she talk a lil’ different
Bitch if you ain’t callin’ ‘bout no millions, don’t be callin’ a n*gga (Yeah, oh)
Bitch I got blick on me up in the booth, I’ma let you know the truth
I really wanna smoke lil’ dude, zip up his [?] suit
Bitch you want smoke? Hol’ on, don’t play with us, we ain’t gone play with you
Bitch you out the house keep that K with you
Kill all your brothers dead, make them lay with you