Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dre Barnes III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Treci +
Producer
Lyrics
Makin' murda musik
Shoot the glock make em' dance to it
Not a robbery
Pull the trigger put my hand thru it
Shawty wanna fuck
Trynna see if ha head good
Started smokin' grabba leaf
Ian like dem backwoods
This big 45
Make the biggest **** back up
**** actin' tough
Mane these **** really actors
Say you gotta have money
If you wanna act up
Not for real but my ****
Hoppin' outta black trucks
Nah fr if you don't get it you won't
Walk inna bank and
I'm smelling like skunk
She just a new bitch said leave me alone
I'm just like a dog I just wanna bone
I drip Louie V my eyewear be Chrome
This murda musik I keep me a chrome
Please don't play wimme
I'm upin' on domes
I heard he hit him in his chest
And he got em' gon
This bitch said she love my song
She trynna come wimme
She trynna come home
It was late 3 inna morning
Still thinkin' boutta play
Ian even much horny
Fiend bang my line make sense I'm goin'
Ima hoe she a hoe guess we both goin'
Fuckin' ha like a pro like I do porn
But if it make sense I gotta begone
Murda musik yeah I dance with my pole
Fuck a bitch to the beat of this song
Clap two times hit a shoulder roll
Fuck them haters yeah I meant to boast
They be rappin' bout guns
That I really own
I been totin' sticks
They thinkin' they gangsta
In real life be bitch
Makin' murda musik
Shoot the glock make em' dance to it
Not a robbery
Pull the trigger put my hand thru it
Shawty wanna fuck
Trynna see if ha head good
Started smokin' grabba leaf
Ian like dem backwoods
This big 45
Make the biggest **** back up
**** actin' tough
Mane these **** really actors
Say you gotta have money
If you wanna act up
Not for real but my ****
Hoppin' outta black trucks
Written by: Dre Barnes III
