Lyrics:
Murkin that... Murk... murkin that thang! Still stroking that... Stroke, stroking thang... I'm murkin that... Murk... murkin that thang! Still
Red dot, dead shot You the only one that I’m murkin Notha Person At a whole nother person Got the old one in a headlock Red dot, dead shot You the only
rappers So I gotta start murkin' Always had talent But I never put the work in Now I gotta start murkin' Leave y'all careers hurtin' You see I'm tired
drums nigga for a reason, Down here we in the middle of murkin season Stay on the coast nigga if you ain't ready to make and shake Cause this
I bought the Birkin Bag I just be murkin' tags I go to shop with my slatt Ima go cop with my slatt I got the tools in the back I put a fool in
one another You know that we look for each other If bro cannot eat imma cover 2 shots murkin and droppin niggas Keep up cause I keep me a knockin nigga
change my identity Already won this shit mentally Who you gon' send at me I'm murkin' them and they backup Ain't none of these lil' niggas next to me This
yeah, yeah Put dem niggas in a trash can, yeah No competin, no rap friends, yeah I be murkin, fuck a casket, yeah Nigga really really bout dat, yeah Put
Dissing on the gang, turn a nigga Mr. Nervous Riding with the chops, kill a opp, straight purgin Active in these streets, lil' nigga steady murkin
that Nigga Getting served by yo bih We be murkin' Money macking Murderers in this Bih I know you heard about that Nigga. Said words about that Nigga It
Beat Execs Marcuss, you killing the beat If me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody (somebody) I'm with some hoes
streets ain't safe The more rounds you shoot nigga the less aim it takes It's murkin' season so you pussies better stay out the way Murkin' season don't
magic with the stove Paper long Flower strong Me and broke boys We don't get along Stayin' lit Till the sun up Shorty murkin' for a Birkin Tell 'em run
Oh shit we rich Ak hit switch I serve them bricks I serve yo chick I take yo bitch With perfect pitch Im murkin' shit Quit lurkin' bitch Oh shit we
I'm closing the curtain I know That it's certain These niggas be goofy like circus They run up on me and I'm murkin' I'm laughin' and smurkin' and I'm
been workin’, I been murkin’ on the low Goddammit I’m good Ask me how I feel, I just press play It’s not seven ‘til forever in the next day Lord hammercy
All y'all hoes dirty, ay, yeah y'all dirty Run up on a nigga with That thirty get to murkin' Murkin', murkin', get to murkin' Pop xan like a rockstar,
we murkin a lame Mafia Gang, I'm sniffin cane I keep a 30 to nurture they brain Waking up early to service the gain Pussy boy lurking we murkin a lame
Tennis chain on Supa fresh Yea that boy can dress Shorty pussy Got my name on it I be murkin that Pull off Pull up went and change cars What the fuck
bossing’ murk it one time For the motherfucking city that I’m rapping Winning kinging bossin’ murkin' Winning kinging bossin’ murkin' It's waving man It's
Feelin' awesome to be black, and I'm murkin' all competition Makin' what I want and that's a flex Can't do what you want, now ain't that a bitch? Slow up
I'm murkin' that thang, I'm twerkin' that thang Still strokin' that thang, it's just a "G" thang Can you make it juicy for me? Or I can make it
life waited all my life Im in kill mode murkin' every beat on site All my life waited all my life They done fucked up now its time to pay the price I
that sack my savage murkin’ He always workin’, shoot a movie, close your curtains When I’m swervin’ (Swerve) foreign, I don’t do suburban I’m feelin’
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