Murda - Bandhunta Izzy & Steelz: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

Bandhunta Izzy & Steelz

Murda

76

Hip-Hop/Rap

Murda adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Cook Gods / Frontline Muzic Group tarafından 17 Şubat 2023 tarihinde yayınlandıForever Frontline

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümForever Frontline

Çıkış Tarihi17 Şubat 2023

FirmaCook Gods / Frontline Muzic Group

LanguageEnglish

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM76

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Bandhunta Izzy

Performer

Steelz

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Bandhunta Izzy

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Steelz

Producer

Şarkı sözleri

I done stepped so much, my legs hurt, I put in leg work

Yeah, he say he got some bodies, we shoot at heads first

No, we don't do attempts, we step on shit, this shit on purpose, boy

Bitch, I ain't insane, I blew his brain, I had to murk the boy

Salute you if you caught a body, bitch, I did too

My youngin had to earn his stripes so we slid too

Why you bring me one lil' switch? Bitch, I said, "Two"

Why she ask me if I bang and flag around? My head blue

Got Ps that's so amazin' for the low, they fabuloso

Got New York locs I know that just be bangin', shop at SoHo

She just took a flight for just one night, she a go-go

Let me film that bitch while she give head, she a GoPro

Drinkin', I feel like a fiend, no, I can't stop for nothin'

This thirty I got too horny, it seein' my opp, it's bustin'

I walk up with my FN, shit, that sound like cussin'

I share some blood with locs, but I call bro my cousin

I really pop the pills and pop the guns and pop my shit, for real

You on the West coast and fuck with clowns, well, shit, I fuck with Steelz

Ever seen heart stops when they body drop? Know how it feel?

I just dropped a bag, have 'em sign that paper, it's a deal

I want murder, I want murder, I want murder, I just murder opps

We the type to step on your lil' brother, he ain't heard of us

Bless the ones that live, the ones got hit, nah, they ain't heard the shots

I just get so happy when my opps help make that casket drop

One, two, three opps, twenties what my crips rock

We sell smack like Chris Rock, I might get your bitch knocked

One, two, three guns, pull up slow, he run

The way that he move with a stick, you would think he blind like he don't see nothin'

He ain't take no fakes or take no hits, how the fuck he crip?

I done bossed up, then I turned to coach, I done sent some blicks

I could walk up, just by my approach, know I'm with the shits

Assistant went to get my brand new drip, I ain't go to Fifth

Treatin' the gang how I'm wearin' the clothes, you know that I'm puttin' it on

Bro got shit that he move so fast, he feel like it's runnin' straight through him

Hang around mine, we had to kill, we hopped out but I knew him

Transportation fucked up on a bus, so we flew him

I want murder, I want murder, I want murder, I just murder opps

We the type to step on your lil' brother, he ain't heard of us

Bless the ones that live, the ones got hit, nah, they ain't heard the shots

I just get so happy when my opps help make that casket drop

One, two, three opps, twenties what my crips rock

We sell smack like Chris Rock, I might get your bitch knocked

One, two, three guns, pull up slow, he run

The way that he move with a stick, you would think he blind like he don't see nothin'

Written by: Bandhunta Izzy

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