MURKED lyrics

(Intro)
You n*ggas gon have to start
Watchin your mothaf*ckin back
Real sh*t

[Hook]
A gun plus a mask, you do the math
All my goons know, that equals cash
All my goons know, that equals cash
All my goons know, that equals cash
A gun plus a mask, that equals cash
So if your f*cked up down to your last
A gun and a mask gon get ya cash
A gun plus a mask, you do the math
All my goons know, that equals cash

[Verse 1]
What you know about it n*gga this that goon sh*t
AK sweep a n*gga house without a broomstick
So n*gga come up of that bag, or them pistols blast
With the choppa at yo house lyin in the grass
They'll rob a n*gga blind if they doin bad
Duct tape around the handle they don't use a mag
So tell em where its at, don't tell em no more lies
Line yo family up against the wall, and open fire
All you trap n*ggas are victims, jackers gon catch you slippin
Feeling yourself, flashin and stuntin, n*ggas gon' come up missin'
You trappers gon drop off that cash, you see em out here they hurtin
That gun to your back it’s a robbery, n*gga now don’t make it a murder
Too late to talk when the sh*t hit the fan
Got choppas on deck, more drums than a band
Gun a n*gga down, leave em where he stands
Highway to hell, n*gga better start praying
[Hook]
A gun plus a mask, you do the math
All my goons know, that equals cash
All my goons know, that equals cash
All my goons know, that equals cash
A gun plus a mask, that equals cash
So if your f*cked up down to your last
A gun and a mask gon get ya cash
A gun plus a mask, you do the math
All my goons know, that equals cash

(Bridge)
Walk up to your house knock on your door, and blow your ass off
Drop it off, drop it off, b*tch I got a sawed-off
b*tch I got a sawed-off
Walk up to your house, knock on your door, and blow your ass off
Drop it off, drop it off, b*tch I got a sawed-off
b*tch I got a sawed-off

(Verse 2)
They telling me Yamine don't swing, look buddy don't worry bout me
If you in my lane you end up in a drainage ditch with the snakes and the leeches
Not a single mothaf*cka out here want it, cause i never did sh*t but me
Its about time that I said it, hey would I regret it we'll see
Yamine I am a loose cannon, ask David Banner how deep
I was born and raised in this sh*t, momma I got manners bout me
But I'll get dirty if I gotta get dirtier then a mothaf*ckin piranha up in a Alabama creek
I'm hotter than you in the middle of the summer
Sitting in a sauna under the sun up in a Alabama street, sh*t
Rockin rollin' I got noted, I'm going up yeah I'm going
f*ck with my dreams and my people I got that poetry loaded
My soul is sold, and they sold it, street told and quoted
I leave that potato smoking, look b*tch don't think that I'm jokin
Click, POW!