Murda Gang (LLC)

Talkin' out your ass we at your head, just like a bonnet

I was dusty down bad, on my dick, I had to get some money

How the fuck my opps be makin' jokes and all them niggas dyin'

You would think my 40 came with wings the way them bullets flyin

And we slidin', through the opps shit, like we on some ice

Catch a nigga, ridin' through the Dition, knock him off his bike

Been shittin' on these niggas for the longest, they can't really stand it

Told them pussy niggas take a seat and watch me work my magic

She had told me die and go to hell, I told the bitch I been there

She gon' let me fuck the first night, I'm in there like some swimwear

He gon' see the flash off this beam, like we takin' pics