Murda Roy Woods (Ft. DeJ Loaf & Sha Hustle)

[Hook]
I got Xans in my Xans and Clonazepam
What you need nigga, I be whippin' up them grams
Hear that door knock, gotta keep that gun in hand
I be lookin' through that peep hole, wait! I don't know that man

Hol' up... wait... Who that? Bap bap bap bap!
It's murda, it's murda
Hol' up... Who that? Bap bap bap bap!
It's murda, it's murda
Wait... Who that? Bap bap bap bap!
Hol' up... Who that? Bap bap bap bap!

[Verse 1: Sha Hustle]
I ain't got time here to waste
I ain't got time here to waste
One bitches pussy, it ain't worth nothin'
So I fuck these hoes in the face
Heard these niggas got problems
Tell 'em pick a time and a place
You know here's where I stay
OVO reps up, and yeah I'm from the way
Hangin' with trappers and killas
Don't touch me, my partner will kill ya
I keep it concealed
Bad bitches fuck me cause I'm a drug dealer
And I fuck with the realest
Stop lyin', you ain't ridin' for your man
You ain't squeezin' shit like you got Arthritis here in your hand
Sittin' at the table makin' million dollar plans
Stackin', I'll be stackin' til I bust rubber bands