DeJ Loaf - Murda lyrics

[Hook] I got Xans in my Xans and Clonazepam What you need n***a, I be whippin' up them grams Hear that door knock, gotta keep that gun in hand I be lookin' through that peep hole, wait! I don't know that man Hol' up... wait... Who that? Bap bap bap bap! It's murda, it's murda Hol' up... Who that? Bap bap bap bap! It's murda, it's murda Wait... Who that? Bap bap bap bap! Hol' up... Who that? Bap bap bap bap! [Verse 1: Sha Hustle] I ain't got time here to waste I ain't got time here to waste One b**hes p**y, it ain't worth nothin' So I f** these hoes in the face Heard these n***as got problems Tell 'em pick a time and a place You know here's where I stay OVO reps up, and yeah I'm from the way Hangin' with trappers and k**as Don't touch me, my partner will k** ya I keep it concealed Bad b**hes f** me cause I'm a drug dealer And I f** with the realest Stop lyin', you ain't ridin' for your man You ain't squeezin' sh** like you got Arthritis here in your hand Sittin' at the table makin' million dollar plans Stackin', I'll be stackin' til I bust rubber bands [Hook] I got Xans in my Xans and Clonazepam What you need n***a, I be whippin' up them grams Hear that door knock, gotta keep that gun in hand I be lookin' through that peep hole, wait! I don't know that man Hol' up... wait... Who that? Bap bap bap bap! It's murda, it's murda Hol' up... Who that? Bap bap bap bap! It's murda, it's murda Wait... Who that? Bap bap bap bap! Hol' up... Who that? Bap bap bap bap! [Verse 2: Dej Loaf] Murda she wrote, that's murda you quote Shot to the head, give me Henny to go I got some shooters that's ready to scope So if a n***a try me, then y'all gotta go Sit down, I can't stand you In the water, but my n***as off xan juice This that sh** that make the fans move When you gettin' money, hell yeah they gonna fan you Yeah they gonna spam you, I don't give a f** though All my n***as cut dope, knockin' at your front door Get a n***a goin' in that all white wardrobe We don't mob in black sh**, n***a get his cap peeled, yeah Uh huh, that's how I roll Act up, we gon' take your role We all gettin' money, all throw up four's We all in these coupes, no four-by-four's [Hook] I got Xans in my Xans and Clonazepam What you need n***a, I be whippin' up them grams Here that door knock, gotta keep that gun in hand I be lookin' through that peep hole, wait! I don't know that man Hol' up... wait... Who that? Bap bap bap bap! It's murda, it's murda Hol' up... Who that? Bap bap bap bap! It's murda, it's murda Wait... Who that? Bap bap bap bap! Hol' up... Who that? Bap bap bap bap! [Bridge: Roy Woods] Shots in the South You need to get out of this place, girl You know what they bout Ooh, we don't give a f**, shakiness they face Run up on a n***a, take it all If he gun 'em down, send them shots right back Ooh, let your pockets explode, out the bands i'll be right back f** 'em all, f** 'em all You been f**in' with them n***as while you gone Yeah, oh you f**in' with a n***a like that You f**in' with a n***a like that