MURDAMAN! (feat. Chief Keef)

Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman (ha, go) Murda, murda, murdaman (I'm in that station, I'm on shits, nigga) Murda, murda, murdaman (you know what's on my hip, nigga) Murdaman, watch me do my murda dance (yup) Oh, y'all say it's some richer niggas? We ain't never heard of dem (nope) I'm tryna fuck sum'n Where them birds at? (Huh?) I want my shit wired Fuck that cash money, I ain't Birdman (bitch) Don't pay no him no mind, he a certified bitch (for sure) Niggas ain't own shit, niggas ain't never hit Come through your strip, I bet I send that shit (on God) I bring that station to yo' city, nigga (what?) You a lil' ass boy, you don't got no motion Can't go hunnid, hunnid with me, nigga (never) Ridin' through Atlanta, nigga (whoop) This a seven-hundred dollar Fanta, nigga (drank) Where yo' fuckin' manners, nigga? Wocko Simone, Mr. 2 Flip Phone More hoes than Santa, nigga Bro, God gave me like two or three lines of that Wock' As soon as I landed, nigga The blacker, the berry, the sweeter the juice And I'm blacker than 11 Gammas, nigga Soon as you step in this room, then I'm takin' yo' phone No close-range cameras, nigga Lil' shawty, try to speak on the station with no hesitation I'm goin' to blam the nigga Uh, bitch, you look good as shit You ain't never fuck wit' a young rich, nigga I'm a Naija boy, lemme pop my shit I really bang shit Baby, let me nut up on yo' face, close-range shit (ayy, yes sir) She know I'm a player, she hate it Shawty hit up my phone said, "You ain't shit" Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, do my murda dance Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, do my murda dance Murda, murda murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman Ayy, shorty, you and Lil' Cam Got the right motherfucker, I ain't gon' lie (Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda) Murda whoever fuckin' playin' (ayy, Sos' baby shit) Knife up on the chop' I use that bitch to cut my rubber bands (3k, hey, Manny) Dirty ass lil' thot Won't touch that bitch with my lil' brother hands Make me send your shorty through your window Like they Brother Man This ain't no 2K, we scan your face Lil' bitch, quit fuckin' playin' I'm a Glory Boy, but all my hoes call me they fuckin' man (GBE, baby) Baby said I'm fat, I told her, "Bitch I ain't accepting it" (bitch) Chief So' got that guap He came a long way from that motherland (Sos' baby) I got 60 thousand for my mama when my motherland (Sit Gang, mom) Mafias got me so muh'fuckin' rich, I damn near fucked a fan (go) Get that pussy nigga out your gang, he gon' fuck up the brand (bitch) I can buy a whole damn Gucci store, bitch, call me Dapper Dan Told that bitch, I left like 50,000, bitch, don't touch a band Murda man You ain't never seen no murdaman If Chief So' was still up on this block He'd probably serve a fan (Chief So') Niggas always got they damn hand out That shit don't hurt your hand? (Huh? Huh? Huh?) And I swear to God, that God the only nigga I'm worshippin' Bitch! Turn me up, So' (go) I got bitches flyin' out, put that bitch on timeout (bitch) Had to take some timeout, just to clear my mind out I'ma whip my iron out, pussy boy act blind now (bang) Smokin' Tooka pack (huh?) You smokin' boof, it's crack (huh?) Shoot, we shootin' back Bulletproof the lat' (bitch) Where the stupid juices at? Movin' 'em, movin' em back We stomp through this bitch like a frat Bang, bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang, bang Bang (hey man) Bang (hey So') Bang (what the fuck you know?) Bang (just like Jack, when I'm bangin' that pole) Bang (station) Bang (Mr. O) Bang, bang