[Intro]
Ayy, real Murda Worth shit, I'm talkin' 'bout, we leave his car on flats, he crashed, it's on flats (get on his ass), go, go
That's on fast, we be in a car, on flats (Bitch, bitch) ayy, bitch, aye, go, real Murda Worth shit, I'm talkin' 'bout
[Chorus]
My racks came in fast
You say I'm a opp, better get on my ass
You ain't gon' shoot, that's facts
If we see that whip, we gon' leave him on flats
Glock on my hip, hit 'em up like tats
If he want a verse, then he gotta get taxed
I don't hear shit, I can only hear the racks
50 round drum, gave that lil' nigga heart attack
[Verse]
He from the 'burbs, that lil' nigga ain't on that
Lil Dee catch him, and smoke his lil' dumbass
Jay got a switch, he won't play with yo' dumbass
My shooter berserk, tryna lurk, who done hit my phone?, I feel likе lurch
I am the one who's gonna shoot, I did that work
Pull up, and hop out the coupе, and shot him first
They six deep, shot the biggest one last
I'm finna ball out, bitch, like Steve Nash
Kicked out of school 'cause I smelled like weed in class
7.62 hit his car and it made him crash
Yo' bitch on dick and it got her cracked
I only be in the stu' droppin' hits
They treat this shit like Crack
Play in this bitch, then yo' lil' dumbass gettin' hit
Cut his head off, throw that shit in the trash
Ayy, real Murda Worth shit, I'm talkin' 'bout, we leave his car on flats, he crashed, it's on flats (get on his ass), go, go
That's on fast, we be in a car, on flats (Bitch, bitch) ayy, bitch, aye, go, real Murda Worth shit, I'm talkin' 'bout
[Chorus]
My racks came in fast
You say I'm a opp, better get on my ass
You ain't gon' shoot, that's facts
If we see that whip, we gon' leave him on flats
Glock on my hip, hit 'em up like tats
If he want a verse, then he gotta get taxed
I don't hear shit, I can only hear the racks
50 round drum, gave that lil' nigga heart attack
[Verse]
He from the 'burbs, that lil' nigga ain't on that
Lil Dee catch him, and smoke his lil' dumbass
Jay got a switch, he won't play with yo' dumbass
My shooter berserk, tryna lurk, who done hit my phone?, I feel likе lurch
I am the one who's gonna shoot, I did that work
Pull up, and hop out the coupе, and shot him first
They six deep, shot the biggest one last
I'm finna ball out, bitch, like Steve Nash
Kicked out of school 'cause I smelled like weed in class
7.62 hit his car and it made him crash
Yo' bitch on dick and it got her cracked
I only be in the stu' droppin' hits
They treat this shit like Crack
Play in this bitch, then yo' lil' dumbass gettin' hit
Cut his head off, throw that shit in the trash
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