Lyrics Murda Music - B$N

Yeah, yeah
I'm tryna fuck a nigga up
Nigga what the fuck is all you telling me
All my niggas selling weed
Call me on this burner if it's murder why you belling me
And regarding to the safety of your family, please don't mess with me
Baby don't go looking through my phone, I got some enemies
Ain't no playing when it comes to the fire
All my niggas get impatient, they resort to the violence
I ain't fleeing from no danger, we ain't seeking asylum
And if they put me in the station, know I'm staying as silent

I got this paper on me
I showed love why you hating on me
Starving for the money homie ima stay as hungry
And I'm destined to be great, I'm the best and that won't change
I still wet you in your face
My nigga really banging sixes, but no seven in my eights
I'm repping nine in that war zone
You niggas play I make this knife hit your torso
They nominate me fuck a prize or these award shows
I'm tryna dot before I'm dashing like I morse code
You bring them pussies, turn the scene to a porno
Broke in the gates I got the keys but the doors closed
You don't know the murders in my block they're killing any kid
Half of my whole year group sniffing coke or doing heroin
This that murder music
I'm in the mode to kill someone or do sutin stupid
I need another hoe to fill I ain't loving Cupid
But I still pass the bow to him and let my brother shoot it
Like a park I be swinging and on god you know I'll slide for beef
Shak said he won't rap on this cuz he said he don't like the beat
Nigga wanna diss me on an app, I had to like the tweet
Bitch I'll have you chirping like a chick, when you fighting me
I'll tap you out
I'm like Nate Diaz in the clinch I'll have you gassing out
And when I hit you with this right I'll have you passing out
And if you getting back up bitch there ain't a standing count
And if you wanna go again, we'll do a second round
I feel like goku
She busy dragging the ballz, we eat at Nobu
You know that's food for the soul, back when I sold food
I'll pick you up in the rolls, before I ghost you
In the slums I was broke, my niggas stole shoes
And I was still in the roads, cuz I was broke too
Tell police I don't know, I'm not involved nah
I swear to tell the truth and nothing but the whole truth
9 side but my niggas six or they from 8
This ain't a sci-fi, we be selling bricks we built from clay
She like the lifestyle, we be getting Kim and selling ye
You know that hindsight, 2020 bitch so I just pray
I get my mind right, hope it fucking clicks so I don't waste
Some of my prime time, know I'm toting sticks I might not spray
And give a lifeline, know they got a switch with extra Ks
Or give em cyanide, karma still a bitch and it's okay

Nigga what the fuck is all you telling me
All my niggas selling weed
Call me on this burner if it's murder why you belling me
And regarding to the safety of your family, please don't mess with me
Baby don't go looking through my phone, I got some enemies