[Chorus: Murdaaa1]

I admit you killed my homie

Hitta's looking all like 'who want it'

Gotta leave a nigga momma lonely

Hit yo block tonight, just spin again in the morning

Took one of mine,now I want yo whole army

You killed my homie

Hitta's looking all like 'who want it'

Gotta leave a nigga momma lonely

Hit yo block tonight just spin again in the morning

Took one of mine, now I want yo whole army

Verse 1: Murdaaa1

Yeah

In the name of Pop, may he rest in peace

I would speak on some other shit, but imma keep it street

They took my dawg from da' hood

Made us shed a tear

You can run but yo can't hide, unless you disappear

Keep on thinkin' that ain't safe, cuz the block hot

Remember ridin' round wit Pop, wit them hot Glocks

I'd rather carry an extra clip, going opp shot

[?] may know a pussy nigga, we can't stop now

Free my nigga Gunther

He should let my thug go on home

Thinking up a master plan, ain't tryna thug long

And you gon see who really love ya', when ya dead and gone

But it' gon be a hard kill cuz I keep a chrome

[Chorus: Murdaaa1]

I admit you killed my homie

Hitta's looking all like 'who want it'

Gotta leave a nigga momma lonely

Hit yo block tonight, just spin again in the morning

Took one of mine,now I want yo whole army

You killed my homie

Hitta's looking all like 'who want it'

Gotta leave a nigga momma lonely

Hit yo block tonight just spin again in the morning

Took one of mine, now I want yo whole army

[Verse 2: BookaBoo]

Nigga's die

But this time it was one of my niggas

Man it's sad, at the same time I just was one of dem' feelings

Can't even call you no moe'

Just left wit da memories

Long night's chillin on Mixon, josin' bad off dat henny

Ain't gon' speak on retaliation, but issa must

Over a hunnit shots and the handgun's

We keep it clutch

4 Clip's in da K, yea that's that Pop way

4-5 came wit a dick, shootin' baby grenades

Frontline

How you take a frontline shoota

We want all the smoke like a hookah

Real-Life soldier never thought that we would lose ya'

Swear I [?] tryna come and step on Booka

[Chorus: Murdaaa1]

I admit you killed my homie

Hitta's looking all like 'who want it'

Gotta leave a nigga momma lonely

Hit yo block tonight, just spin again in the morning

Took one of mine,now I want yo whole army

You killed my homie

Hitta's looking all like 'who want it'

Gotta leave a nigga momma lonely

Hit yo block tonight just spin again in the morning

Took one of mine, now I want yo whole army