Lyrics:
murked but what was it worth? only time can tell let’s get it
You know how I’m comin let’s run up the hunnids, We money runnin tryna come up from nothin
stuck on broke, but I used to hear pimps say
Better get what you can get before you get got
Come up and snatch yours and buy yourself a nice spot
of white
Why you think they take that time from you?
'Cuz you need it right?
And you can't get it back so
How they giving people life?
Like you gon' live
Grade A ganja, burn til it's gone
Doja cologne, OG mist on
Calls to return, my to do list long
But I'm unconcerned, but can you do this blunt
that I can think of
Dollar sign my eyes, yeah
Blinded by my greed, uh
Smoking on sativa, yeah
Indica or cheese, yeah
Steady smoking reefer
Eyes looking
on it
Not the scrill but you can call me ebonics
Sideshows goin nutty dumbin out
Take the wrong turn and get your roof stomped out
Old school vans doors
I got beef with like a hundred children,
Niggas with pink suits, tryn to get cute
You a li'l outta line, homie
Don't let the nine, homie
Put you out
get slaughter
I'm laughing at you, when I lit my J I'm all off
Put 'em in the ground, put 'em, put 'em in the ground
Put 'em in the ground, put
criminal call me Mike on this hike trying to reach the pike
If it takes all night Ima get this right for the right reasons
Grab you by the Adams apple until
a candy, and then a smoothie
I'm a boss bitch, ain't got no time for juvies
Then this nigga stepped my way
Said "Hi, I think you're fine, and can I know your
murked, they would love to see me die
Acid tripping vision, everything look hi-defy
Drugs, money, liquor, only things that get me by
I got a lot
about
To get roasted
To get toasted
By the epic Harry Maguire
He gonna burn you with his fire
You can't do nothing about it
So just wait and sit
As he
blurrin'
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to slurrin'
Uh-oh, you can call me R. Kelly now, you're in
Trouble, what's occurring before, after,
When he was starving, you get murked for food
Niggas caught him picking up his daughter, putting work at school
They was aiming at his head and hit her
kiss
Bitch, you can't wait, you can get on my list I don't trust you, I don't trust shit
Pass me that blunt, we toking that shit I ain't get angry, I
(yo)i write rhymes that make niggas throw they sets up
Couldn't hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all disrespect
I'll snatch you by your
the parkin' lot
for his stash spot
[Juicy J]
No more gangstas in this bitch (this bitch)
With the tech's with the extra clip (extra clips)
And you know
so the dirt is where he ends up
Perk up in my jeans, she makes the perk up with my lean
You niggas murked up by the beam, I'm always lurking
biggie finna slide on juicy
You ain't gotta say too much
I can tell by how you lookin
Fucking in the back seat of the benzo
We got right into it
'boyk he in the jam but be the first too kill
Long live all the guys you mention 'dem you 'gettin 'murked for real
Diddy gang for life thats dge no I
get murked
I been feeling down, and I been feeling hurt
You got me out here thinking what the fuck I’m really worth
Mmmmm
Yeah it's heartbreak season,
the parkin' lot
for his stash spot
[Juicy J]
No more gangstas in this bitch (this bitch)
With the tech's with the extra clip (extra clips)
And you know
up my body from the neck to my legs
Still thinking about another lick
Like how much blue cheese can I really get
Now I'm shifting thoughts
Thinking
grinding on me to songs that's slow
You oughta know good and well once we get time stamped
Translation I'll have you begging all while your amp
But we can
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