Lyrics Murda x3 - SLUMBOYARDEE

Murda, Murda, Murda
The green is sure to burn ya
I seen the hood go from trap houses to condos
3 family homes with a yorkie and a Volvo
But I still can't sniff out the rats from the turncoats
Cut the snakes out the grass they called me cut throat
Now we gotta move in silence
Know some Gs that would resort to violence

But even God got plans for demons if they're righteous
So we move in silence
But my mind is my asylum
Cash out, no finance

I met the pope we smoked a wood up in the Vatican
I asked if you could get to heaven as a Republican
He said if everyone got a price, then God got payment plans
As long as you ain't trippin up on what color set you bang

Get in your bag, and off the xan xan xan
All this cash, it's heaven sent sent sent
50 Bash, for the Benz Benz Benz
Digital dash, to dodge the man man man

I learned the game
Lemme teach you
Gassed up
No diesel
Break a heart
Break a move
Go hard
It's win or lose
Are you a rapper? oh it's yardee oh my god
She know me but I just got to know her jaw

Murda, Murda, Murda
The green is sure to burn ya
I seen the hood go from trap houses to condos
3 family homes with a yorkie and a Volvo
But I still can't sniff out the rats from the turncoats
Cut the snakes out the grass they called me cut throat
Now we gotta move in silence
Know some Gs that would resort to violence

On my own
On my own
Messing with the clouds, yeah I'm into that
Shawty let's get down, let's get into that
It's my home
New time zone
Please don't hit my phone
Cause I'm usually, usually busy
Counting down from hunts to 50's
Bring a couple rounds if you with me
But do not leave
Am I too highkey?
Make you sing high keys
It ain't too unlikely to lose you
But it's too likely to bruise you
Cause I done see some things
Happen in front of me
Never thought the world woulda switched up
Guess it's tough love when I'm up

You let me down
You let me down
You let me down
You let me down

Murda, Murda, Murda
The green is sure to burn ya
I seen the hood go from trap houses to condos
3 family homes with a yorkie and a Volvo
But I still can't sniff out the rats from the turncoats
Cut the snakes out the grass they called me cut throat
Now we gotta move in silence
Know some Gs that would resort to violence