NLE Choppa

"Murda"

[Intro: TCE Dizzle]
Ayy, ayy, yeah
Yeah, I'll rock this mothaf*cka right here Tay
For real
'Til we go out to shoot baby
Yo, what we doin'?

[Verse 1: TCE Dizzle]
My young n*gga with it
Pull up to yo' spot in a minute
b*tch we ain't missin'
Shoot at the innocent
f*ck we ain't feelin' it
My n*gga, I'm real ain't feelin' it
Why? I'm high like the ceiling fan
If I up the Glock up you gon' hear the b*tch
Trap, my n*ggas speak trapanese
The n*ggas too broke, get the reed up
I'm smokin' dope with my feet up
I could f*ck on your hoe with her feet up
Touch up with the gang, let's meet up
Now we in the spot like a cheetah
I need the corn like Cheetos
He diss the gang, we gon' beat him
Fold his ass up like burrito
Young n*gga hit just like some speakers
Young n*gga hit hard like the beat go
Young n*gga hit hard like the beat go
Choppa, what we do? Knock his ass out
New n*ggas can't hang with the gang, they just want some clout
We got bowls comin' in, we got bowls goin' out
And you can catch me ridin' round with Colossal
And we slide with them shottas
Catch me ridin' round with Colossal
And we slide with them shottas
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