Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Murda 1 , by - Jackboy. Release date: 17.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Murda 1 |
| Murder one, another one, homicides, mamas crying |
| Telling me to stay focused, how the fuck I got people dying? |
| Where I’m from, they kill for fun, everybody slanging iron |
| Ain’t tripping on none of you fuck niggas, I’ma catch y’all gnats in due time |
| I ain’t tripping on none of you niggas, you could get gunned down broad day |
| Running wild with that K, hit blaow, blow his face |
| Trade bullets, stay out my way, or I’m pulling up where you stay |
| And the first motherfucker walk out that bitch getting put in an early grave |
| Draco, Draco, I’m letting it rip |
| All that talking, shot him in the lip |
| You better not slip, all the pistols got grip |
| Extra shots, extended the clip |
| All of this guap, I could fuck on your bitch |
| Sloppy top, she eating the dick |
| When I’m done having fun, you can get that bitch |
| Came up from the slums, I can’t chase no chick |
| I done went crazy with all of this money |
| Paying my nigga to pop at you dummies |
| Stalking my opps, creep down his block |
| Boy get spot, that shit get bloody |
| I went and got everything that I wanted |
| ain’t shit get friendly |
| Had to get up and go, go get it |
| Don’t bang me if it ain’t 'bout digits |
| Please no, bitch, don’t bang my line |
| Love on that field, you wasting time |
| Can’t trust you, I only trust my iron |
| 'Cause it cut through a fuck nigga every time |
| I got it with me every day |
| Fuck the cops, put 'em on a chase |
| I’m doing the race, I’m doing the dash |
| Foot on the gas, I hope I don’t crash |
| Murder one, another one, homicides, mamas crying |
| Telling me to stay focused, how the fuck I got people dying? |
| Where I’m from, they kill for fun, everybody slanging iron |
| Ain’t tripping on none of you fuck niggas, I’ma catch y’all gnats in due time |
| I ain’t tripping on none of you niggas, you could get gunned down broad day |
| Running wild with that K, hit blaow, blow his face |
| Trade bullets, stay out my way, or I’m pulling up where you stay |
| And the first motherfucker walk out that bitch getting put in an early grave |