Bobby Duece :
Hook : I be swerving out of lanes mind gone got my gun in my reach
Plus I’m hearing em niccas hating why they plotting on me
Head on the swivel on my soul while I slide through these streets
Before they ever lay me down I’m taking plenty with me
It’s gone be a murda murda murda
It’s gone be a murda murda
Fuck around it be a murda
(On God)
Murda Murda Murda
We Gone Kill These Niggas
Fuck around it be a murda”
Verse : That Glock 27 it come with a beam
No hesitating just up and I squeeze
Cut my hoe of she ain’t wanna believe
Em killas be with me they faded off lean
They knowing we be with that gun play
That beef only ending in one way
She all on my line pray I make it safe
Cause I grew up in it yea the ruff way
My niccas be with me they ride for me
If I ever go broke it’s a robbery
I’d slide for you hope you slide for me
Is you real or fake even blind can see
First time in jail ain’t no bail for me
My second time bro bailed for me
Ain’t going back fuck jailing me
Just beat a case wit em felonies
Skrrt.. holuup there go the oppks
Boom boom boom bodies gone drop
Just cock and reload I bet he get popped
Won't conversate if it’s not bout the gwap
Snatch me ya hoe got her giving me top
Trapping and trapping Im never gone stop
They ask where I’m going I point to the top
Haaan
Hook : I be swerving out of lanes mind gone got my gun in my reach
Plus I’m hearing em niccas hating why they plotting on me
Head on the swivel on my soul while I slide through these streets
Before they ever lay me down I’m taking plenty with me
It’s gone be a murda murda murda
It’s gone be a murda murda
Fuck around it be a murda
(On God)
Murda Murda Murda
We Gone Kill These Niggas
Fuck around it be a murda”