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MurdaaMusic Video (MV)




Performed By: 456GSB
Language: English
Length: 1:45
Written by: Jordan Vinson




456GSB - MurdaaMusic Lyrics




We on the seven right now, cookin' shit, we make it hot
All that trollin' like a opp, we pushin' up, you bet not die
Swing my drac and clear the street, fully choppa, clean the block
He came around, acting sweet, took his glock, now he hot

All that claimin' that it's beef we got yo drop from a thot
Niggas never wanna link, we gotta creep through they block
Niggas really fanned out, we smoked they brother, now they down
We pushin' up in two, scat the opps , walkin' from the hound

Call me Lil Meech, I hit that road and bring it back around
Slap a 50 on the chop, I'ma shoot it till he down
Get out my way, I hop out v, get to shootin' through the crowd
I see a opp, you see a opp, we finna walk they ass down

It's a button on the Glock, you know it make my favorite sound
He sent the drop he on the west, slimey, fap his ass down
I'm in the track, switchin' gears, tryna spin this bitch around
Tryna bang out with them members, we gon' fap yo' ass down

You gotta switch and think you lit, we got them buttons all around
Nigga talkin' bout some work, my baby brother got them pounds
Up a hand, you out of luck, boy, you boutta catch some rounds
When we spinnin' with them switches, niggas bet not make a sound

Squeeze with the hop, boy, we chasin' niggas all around
When I'm spinnin' with JV, you know he tryna clear a crowd
If my brothers want you dead, boy, you goin' in the ground
Head taps, head taps, niggas know we run the town

He ain't tryna catch a hat, that boy can't even come around
Niggas tryna be beef with , us ain't got no sticks, boy, how that sound
Too many bang outs on that block, them niggas runnin', duckin' sounds
Threw a switchie in that bitch, I told them boys don't get on side this bitch

I see you ridin' with them niggas, so when I catch you, bitch, you dying with them
Man this clip suffer as f*ck hit yo brother you go down with him
They know we bending all night, we in them chargers, tryna down some shit
That nigga ran with his pole he a hoe couldn't find that bitch

Unlock my door I am hopping out just seen a opp I am bout to blind his shi
Stop all that dissing if I spank the whole camp who gone call it in
Bitch, I'm outside thuggin' with my thumpers , we love tapping heads
The ambulance couldn't see his face because I split that niggas f*cking wig

Tried to run, he jumpin' gates, that nigga fell and got his ass hit
You can't come around this bitch, ain't got no pole, you movin' loose as shit
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We on the seven right now, cookin' shit, we make it hot
All that trollin' like a opp, we pushin' up, you bet not die
Swing my drac and clear the street, fully choppa, clean the block
He came around, acting sweet, took his glock, now he hot

All that claimin' that it's beef we got yo drop from a thot
Niggas never wanna link, we gotta creep through they block
Niggas really fanned out, we smoked they brother, now they down
We pushin' up in two, scat the opps , walkin' from the hound

Call me Lil Meech, I hit that road and bring it back around
Slap a 50 on the chop, I'ma shoot it till he down
Get out my way, I hop out v, get to shootin' through the crowd
I see a opp, you see a opp, we finna walk they ass down

It's a button on the Glock, you know it make my favorite sound
He sent the drop he on the west, slimey, fap his ass down
I'm in the track, switchin' gears, tryna spin this bitch around
Tryna bang out with them members, we gon' fap yo' ass down

You gotta switch and think you lit, we got them buttons all around
Nigga talkin' bout some work, my baby brother got them pounds
Up a hand, you out of luck, boy, you boutta catch some rounds
When we spinnin' with them switches, niggas bet not make a sound

Squeeze with the hop, boy, we chasin' niggas all around
When I'm spinnin' with JV, you know he tryna clear a crowd
If my brothers want you dead, boy, you goin' in the ground
Head taps, head taps, niggas know we run the town

He ain't tryna catch a hat, that boy can't even come around
Niggas tryna be beef with , us ain't got no sticks, boy, how that sound
Too many bang outs on that block, them niggas runnin', duckin' sounds
Threw a switchie in that bitch, I told them boys don't get on side this bitch

I see you ridin' with them niggas, so when I catch you, bitch, you dying with them
Man this clip suffer as f*ck hit yo brother you go down with him
They know we bending all night, we in them chargers, tryna down some shit
That nigga ran with his pole he a hoe couldn't find that bitch

Unlock my door I am hopping out just seen a opp I am bout to blind his shi
Stop all that dissing if I spank the whole camp who gone call it in
Bitch, I'm outside thuggin' with my thumpers , we love tapping heads
The ambulance couldn't see his face because I split that niggas f*cking wig

Tried to run, he jumpin' gates, that nigga fell and got his ass hit
You can't come around this bitch, ain't got no pole, you movin' loose as shit
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Writer: Jordan Vinson
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