G-Status - Murda Murda (feat. Bob Zigga) Lyrics

Murda murda kill kill
Shot that bitch twice left her dead like road kill
Told that hoe stay her ass away
She insisted so I made her ass pray
Baddest bitch yea thats me
G-status I'm the realest there could ever be
Block block sound of my glock
Shot his dick off now he calling the cops
Don't ever f*ck with the quiet ones
Cute and sweet your ass better never cross me
Ain't nothing worse than a woman scorned
Still come on that dick then send your ass on
Murda murda never underestimate me
Triple d raised playing dirty in these streets
Niggas steady trying come f*ck me
Bitch shut up and come pay me
Murda murda
Murda murda
Kill kill
She want the god to swing the sword
Kill Bill
You know She see the chain dripping
Real spill
I knock the pussy out like Tyson
Real deal
I just move in silence like they got it bugged
Walk around the club like I'm not the plug
Chilling in the cut like I'm not the shit
Then I hit her with the hammer like I'm not legit
Where my body count where my body count
Where the bad bitches make that body bounce
I'm on yo bitch like I'm body butter
And if that pussy top notch bitch I'm sliding under
Sliding all up in it like I'm in her dm
She a church girl I'm pullin out her inner demon
And if her nigga got a problem that sound personal
But I got shooters that can do some irreversible
Not a killer but I shoot a lot
Michael Jackson thriller with the rutger cocked
Once I get it started that's when you should stop
Open up like a shop that's when you should drop