Murda 1 (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: GetRichZay]
b*tch, I got a big-ass Glock on me
I'm tryna put that b*tch to work
Gang
(And I got the Yayo)
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: GetRichZay]
Murder one
Name an opp n*gga that's gangster, b*tch, I never heard of one
Ayy, Glock-shoppin', tryna find the best Glizzy and purchase one (Boom)
Ayy, opp shoppin', put a ten on him, I might purch him up
And if I go to jail today (Ayy), the judge gon' give me time for burnin' somethin' (Come on)
I'd be damned I let a n*gga take it, b*tch, I earn his money (Aight)
You gon' have to shoot me in my head, you gotta earn it from me (Ayy, you know)
b*tch, I been a gangster, you know GetRich (Six), they can't go for nothin'
I swear YB' out his top, lookin' wrong might get you smoked for nothin' (Aight)
Ayy, pus*y n*ggas know what's up (Ayy)
We the reason why thеy ride windows up (Skrrt)
Tacos tucked (Aight, come on)
Ayy, mе and Lil Flip, we hop out any block, n*gga, you better duck
You can't beef with me, lil' n*gga, you broke, go get your cheddar up

[Chorus: GetRichZay]
Ayy, huh, I say, "Six sh*t (Six sh*t), shots fired" (Boom-boom, shots fired)
Opp died
Caught him walkin' (Ayy), n*gga should've caught a ride (Skrrt)
Ayy, how the f*ck you gangster? You ain't never seen no homicide (Boom, aight)
Headshot, closed casket got his mama traumatized (Ayy, haha)
[Verse 2: GetRichZay]
Laughin' at the opps 'cause n*ggas b*tch for real (Ayy, aight)
Ayy, fill him up with lead, he go to bed like he took Benadryl (Brrt, aight)
Ayy, makin' noise with this lil' rap sh*t but (Ayy), b*tch, I still'll drill (Come on)
Ayy, catch a n*gga when he tryna slide, that's how you steal a kill (Ayy)
Ayy, gang just walked in, b*tch, I brought them members out (Gang)
Since he tryna woof, we outside that lil' n*gga house (Talk that)
Ayy, shot him in his neck, the bullet came straight through his mouth (Talk that)
Ayy, .308 so big, that b*tch might flip over his couch (Brrt)

[Chorus: GetRichZay]
Ayy, huh, I say, "Six sh*t (Uh, uh), shots fired" (Boom-boom)
Opp died (n*gga funny as hell, now he mad)
Caught him walkin' (Ayy), n*gga should've caught a ride
Ayy, how the f*ck you gangster? You ain't never seen no homicide (Aight)
Headshot, closed casket got his mama traumatized

[Verse 3: Jdot Breezy]
Ayy, split his head
He got hit with big sh*t
I know I'm a lil' n*gga, but I tote a big blick
n*gga spoke up on the gang, his stupid ass got hit quick
That fat n*gga fell hard, b*tch n*gga, that's a hit stick
f*ck n*gga lay out in these streets, you know that Draco flip sh*t
Lil' boy, stop with all that lyin', n*gga know you ain't kill sh*t
Call up gang, it's time to slide, hit they street, then dip quick
He was the sh*t before he died, that n*gga died a lil' sh*t
Ayy, run up on that boy, ayy, then I open fire
Hit his chest, hit his arm, hit his leg, then hit his mind
f*ck that boy, his brother dead and that lil' b*tch in cell alive
Hit they block and let off shots, twenty-four in the clip, it's Kobe time
n*gga know I'ma blow for mine, last n*gga know what happened
Caught that n*gga at the store, swung the door and blew the rachet
Shh, got ran down on, frrt, he got caught in traffic
Uh, uh, be that f*ckin' pack, his stupid ass was f*ckin' lackin'
Now he dead, that sh*t was tragic
My n*gga be like, "b*tch, what's brackin'?"
Your brother on a shirt, I'm burnin' b*tch, then put it out in ashes
Opp ho wanna be gang, huh, swing the K, knock off her lashes
My n*ggas don't do no hits free, drop a bag, I bet we cash in
Uh, I say, "Six sh*t"
I ain't talkin' 'bout that rapper, GetRich the real six
Shoutout that gang, n*gga, no more playin' when we said we kill sh*t
You ain't hittin' it close, you ain't really run down, n*gga know you a real b*tch
Let's see that killswitch (And I got the Yayo)