Murda Beatz Mayo

[Murda Beatz:]

M-M-M-Murda

[Smokepurpp:]

Fuckin’ that bitch and you cuffin’ that hoe everyday (ooh)

I get a bag and I’m fuckin’ it up every day

She wanna cuff me but I think I’m stuck in my ways (stuck in my ways)

So I just pour up the lean ’cause it’s numbin’ the pain (numbin’ the pain)

Aye, like an astronaut

I’m out of this world like an astronaut

Niggas out here and they stealin’ the sauce everyday (everyday)

So I just run up the guap and I count up the cake

I can’t fuck with y’all aye

Niggas actin’ funny since I got some guap (got some guap, hey)

And I be grindin’, a young nigga gotta get paid

All of my niggas gonna shoot like a pistol it rang

I’m on game mode

Aye, girl know how to spread it like it’s mayo

Aye, I got shooters put they ass on payroll (payroll)

Aye, Lil Purpp yeah, I might fuck his main ho (main ho)

I’m on game mode (game mode, ayy)

Aye, grab hundreds, spread it like it’s mayo

Aye, grab hundreds, spread it like it’s mayo

Grab hundreds, spread it like it’s mayo

I’m on game mode (game mode)

Ooh, hey

Twenty-five bands on the dental

And it’s my car, fuck a rental (skrrt skrrt)

Two hoes, I’m in the middle (ayy)

Play with that bitch like a fiddle (play with that)

She wanna salt me like brittle (like brittle)

And I wanna play with her nipples (Lil Purpp)

Aye, and you spent a bag on that ho (ho)

I hit it from the back then I go (go)

She learnin’ some shit from that pole

Hey, she suckin’ me out of my soul (Lil Purpp)

Look at these diamonds and gold

Niggas jealous and they get exposed

I’m on game mode

Aye, girl know how to spread it like it’s mayo

Aye, I got shooters put they ass on payroll (payroll)

Aye, Lil Purpp yeah, I might fuck his main ho (main ho)

I’m on game mode (game mode, ayy)

Aye, grab hundreds, spread it like it’s mayo

Aye, grab hundreds, spread it like it’s mayo

Grab hundreds, spread it like it’s mayo

I’m on game mode (game mode)

Murda Beatz Roller Coasters

24hrs

And you know it’s Rex Kudo

Don’t tell nobody

M-M-M-Murda

She said…

“I don’t text your phone ’cause I know that you be busy

You don’t call my phone when you touch down in the city

I’ve been ridin’ solo, wish that you was rollin’ with me”

She said, “Twenty come and get me

Twenty come and get me

I wish that you was rollin’ with me

I wish that you was rollin’ with me

I wish that you was rollin’ with me”

It’s 4 A.M. and I can’t sleep

Thinkin’ ’bout your body

Your body callin’, you naughty

Ten bands in Follies

Roller coaster on mollies

Callin’ my phone crazy

Now I don’t want no voicemail

I don’t wanna talk on no voicemail

“Where you at Twenty?” Toronto

Wanna go to Toronto

Callin’ me her daddy

“Twenty take me to Vegas”

You came up this year

Really glad you made it

I know they hate it

But your shit is the greatest

“I don’t text your phone ’cause I know that you be busy

You don’t call my phone when you touch down in the city

I’ve been ridin’ solo, wish that you was rollin’ with me”

She said, “Twenty come and get me

Twenty come and get me

I wish that you was rollin’ with me

I wish that you was rollin’ with me

I wish that you was rollin’ with me”

In the drop top Mercedes

Had to cut off my lady

Smokin’ on a pound of the good gas

Yeah young Twenty got the hood pass

I want new Chanel, baby

I want YSL, baby

I might go to Paris

Get a yacht and we can sail, baby

Ever been on a yacht? Fuck you on the spot

Give you what I got

Hundred K a month, buyin’ what I want

Dressed in Saint Laurent

“I don’t text your phone ’cause I know that you be busy

You don’t call my phone when you touch down in the city

I’ve been ridin’ solo, wish that you was rollin’ with me”

She said, “Twenty come and get me

Twenty come and get me

I wish that you was rollin’ with me

I wish that you was rollin’ with me

I wish that you was rollin’ with me”

Murda Beatz Good Habits

(Murda on the beat so it’s not nice)

Run up the racks, it’s a good habit (run)

Run up the racks, it’s a good habit (uh, whoa)

Run up the racks, it’s a good habit (whoa)

Run up the racks, it’s a good habit (huh, whoa)

Ooh, wait, yeah (Lil Purpp)

Run up the racks, it’s a good habit (habit)

Run up the racks, it’s a good habit (huh)

Run up the racks, it’s a good habit (whoa)

Ooh, wait, yeah (huh)

Run up the racks, it’s a good habit (whoa)

This is a pistol but automatic (doot doot)

Drippin’ that designer, that high fashion (Lil Purpp, ayy)

You niggas fake like a prosthetic (yuh)

I’m on yo bitch like a cosmetic (bitch)

Fuck on yo bitch like a damn savage (yuh)

Run up the racks, it’s a good habit (huh)

Spend a whole check on my neck piece

I don’t wanna fuck, ho I just want the neck please

I smoke green, yeah the veggies

Splash on a ho like I just rode a jet ski (splash, water, drip, huh)

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Your bitch tryna find the circumference

And I got hoes in abundance (Lil Purpp)

Fuckin’ yo bitch is a bad habit (whoa)

Yo bitch is ugly, you can’t have it, ooh (huh)

I buy my green like a damn salad (whoa)

Run up the racks, it’s a good habit (run)

Run up the racks, it’s a good habit (Lil Purpp)

Run up the racks, it’s a good habit (ooh)

Run up the racks, it’s a good habit (ooh)

Ooh, wait, yeah (Lil Purpp, huh)

Run up the racks, it’s a good habit (habit)

Run up the racks, it’s a good habit (huh)

Run up the racks, it’s a good habit (ayy)

Murda Beatz Pop Off

Yeah

She took her clothes off

I’m ’bout to pop off

I’m ’bout to…

I’m ’bout to pop off, yeah

She took her clothes off, yeah

On drink I nod off, yeah

Rack stacks in the wall, yeah

Copped the coupe man shit get froggy

Wrist cost me one-forty

Four rings on no Audi

Rockstar jeans, I’m gnarly

I am the life of the party

I am the one in the ‘Rari

I am the one with the molly

I’m ’bout to catch a body (Offset!)

Yeah

I’m ’bout to fuck me a thottie

Beat up the pussy like Ali

I know it’s your nature, get naughty

Ooh, these haters, they feelin’ so salty

Patek cost fifty plus forty

If you talking ’bout money involve me (C’mon!)

I’m ’bout to hop in the Wraith or somethin’

I’m ’bout to fill up my safe with somethin’

Heard you been buildin’ a case for months

Hit them with AK for breakfast or lunch

There go a murder

Savages, we take the beef out the burger

Green Lamborghini, pull up there go Kermit

Three hundred shots, that’s ten niggas with thirties

How ’bout I pipe up the crowd

White girls showin’ titties, girls goin’ wild

Price on your head right above your eyebrows

Bring me a towel

Watery diamonds, bling, bow

I’m ’bout to pop off, yeah

She took her clothes off, yeah

On drink I nod off, yeah

Rack stacks in the wall, yeah

Copped the coupe man shit get froggy

Wrist cost me one-forty

Four rings on no Audi

Rockstar jeans, I’m gnarly

I am the life of the party

I am the one in the ‘Rari

I am the one with the molly

I’m ’bout to catch a body (brrt, brtt, brrt!)

Murda Beatz I Just

I just juuged a whole bag, whole bag

Got the damn plug mad

I just ran up the whole tab

That ain’t drank, take it back to the lab

Smokin’ cookie, cookie, gas

Pop a perky, I don’t want a half

Hit him with the choppa, splash

Bow, bow, bow, raw, splash

The plug with my right hand

The plug with my right hand

‘Til a nigga took him off

It was all a nigga plans, yep

First juug was a cutie

A trap life, I abused it

Kickin’ dope, buyin’ Trueys

Now I’m up, I bought an Uzi

50 thousand for a bust down

Know Kanye, I’m up now

My life on it, write on it

I’ma roll the dice on it

Only get one night, lil’ lady

Only get one night, lil’ homie

I’ma tell you that one time

I’ma give you that one line

Don’t cross a gun line

No, don’t cross a gun line

I’m drinkin’ on eight lines

Drinkin’ on eight lines

I dream of dollar signs

You know we don’t waste time

The plug on FaceTime

I pull up and draw, iron

Murda Beatz Ways

Murda on tha beat so it’s not nice

I look like a faucet, all these diamonds on me dancin’

That bitch on my dick and then she take my kids for ransom

I just pulled up in that thang, different thangs and they random

Pulled up with a bitch, different bitch and she random

I’mma really havin’ my way (yeah)

I’mma really havin’ my way (way)

I’mma really havin’ my way (yeah)

I be really havin’ my way

I be on my own (own)

Prolly smoking cookie all alone (all alone)

I don’t wanna smooch I want the dome (I want the dome)

All my money long my money cloned (my money cloned)

Stripper bitch and this your favorite song (your favorite)

I’mma have it my way (woo)

I need all this drank this drank just keep my mind straight (straight, straight)

Jewelry on her hands they going on a playdate (flex, woo)

Jewelry on her hands they going on a playdate (Lil Purpp)

I’mma have it my way (my way)

Jewelry on her hands they going on a playdate (playdate)

I need all this drank this drank just keep my mind straight (Lil Purpp)

Jewelry on her hands they going on a playdate

I look like a faucet, all these diamonds on me dancin’

That bitch on my dick and then she take my kids for ransom

I just pulled up in that thang, different thangs and they random

Pulled up with a bitch, different bitch and she random

I’mma really havin’ my way (yeah)

I’mma really havin’ my way (way)

I’mma really havin’ my way (yeah)

I be really havin’ my way

Murda Beatz Growth

(Murda on the beat, so it’s not nice)

Money knockin’ at my door

Three times in a row

Yeah she fine but she a hoe

Tell me something I don’t know

Take my shirt off at the show

Fucking dimes in a row

I’m in New York with D-Rose

Sometimes you gotta let it go

Black phantom thats a crow

I grinded hard for my bros

Now it’s time to have a toast

When I was broke then you went ghost

How bout the money I’m getting it

How bout the hoes I’m hittin

How you gonna start and not finish

Hop in the Rolls, it’s tinted

I gotta go in a minute

I’m about to dive in it

Taking my time with it

You know that she fine with it

Yeah she bad but she on go

Turn off the lights and I still glow

Don’t make me come and wipe your nose

This money got my body froze

Whippin and cookin a whatchamacallit

Went to the jeweler then bought me a watch for 40

I heard you were tellin, working for law and order

Lambo parkin, pick up an 80 in Charlotte

I know I’m a target, I know I’m a target

Had to switch the game up, got the bullet proof Rari

If I fucked your bitch, I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry

Diamonds on my neck and wrist dancin like Rick Ricardo

I’m reading through the lines, even on the barcodes

I just popped a xan and I gave that bitch a narco

Pull up in Chicago, get the draco on with the tac on

In the valley with a model sniffin coco

My cash right, the good life

I don’t want no hood life, I’m so right

Left my last bitch, good night

Rollie on my wrist, 41 that’s the size

Money knockin’ at my door

Three times in a row

Yeah she fine but she a hoe

Tell me something I don’t know

Take my shirt off at the show

Fucking dimes in a row

I’m in New York with D-Rose

Sometimes you gotta let it go

Black phantom thats a crow

I grinded hard for my bros

Now it’s time to have a toast

When I was broke then you went ghost

Murda Beatz Pray

[Smokepurpp (A$AP Ferg):]

Lil Purpp

(Ayy)

(I play with your bitch clit like I play the guitar)

M-M-M-Murda

[A$AP Ferg:]

Pray for the gliss, pray to get rich, pray for the car

Pray for the clique, pray for my nigs, pray for the lords

Pray on your bitch, she on my dick, she for the cause

Fuck on your bitch, play with that clit, play the guitar

[Smokepurpp:]

I’m in the coupe, I’m with a bitch, ceiling got stars

Nigga want beef, he could get sparked, like a cigar

I’m on TV, I’m on the boards, bitch, I’m a star

Pray for my nig, pray for a brick, free all my dogs

Fuck that lil’ bitch, she got back pain

My Fiji and diamonds the same thing

Scope on that bitch it got good aim

Choppa make a nigga do the rain dance

Feel like I’m Thug, all YSL tell by the smell

45 pints, all of it Wok, came through the mail

[A$AP Ferg:]

Pray for the gliss, pray to get rich, pray for the car

Pray for the clique, pray for my nigs, pray for the lords

Pray on your bitch, she on my dick, she for the cause

Fuck on your bitch, play with that clit, play the guitar

Pray for the gliss, pray to get rich, pray for the car

Pray for the clique, pray for my nigs, pray for the lords

Pray on your bitch, she on my dick, she for the cause

Fuck on your bitch, play with that clit, play the guitar

[Smokepurpp:]

Got your bitch on molly, I came with a shotty

And I came alone, but I left with your shawty

Designer, I fuck your bitch with a katana

She take the dick like an assignment

Counting the green, it ain’t no salad

I know these niggas, they ain’t crying

Run up the check ’til my feet crying

And I blow bands in the weekend

Drippin’ the water, that Depend

Designer, I fuck your bitch with a katana

She take the dick like an assignment

Counting the green, it ain’t no salad

[A$AP Ferg:]

Pray for the gliss, pray to get rich, pray for the car

Pray for the clique, pray for my nigs, pray for the lords

Pray on your bitch, she on my dick, she for the cause

Fuck on your bitch, play with that clit, play the guitar

Pray for the gliss, pray to get rich, pray for the car

Pray for the clique, pray for my nigs, pray for the lords

Pray on your bitch, she on my dick, she for the cause

Fuck on your bitch, play with that clit, play the guitar

Murda Beatz She The Truth

[Quavo:]

She the truth

She the truth

She the truth

I got a bad bitch and she the truth

I got a bad bitch and she the truth

I got a bad bitch and she the truth, she the truth

I got a bad bitch and she the truth

My bitch the truth, my bitch the truth

My bitch the truth, my bitch the truth

My bitch the truth, my bitch the truth

My bitch the truth, my bitch the truth

My bitch the truth

Yeah, she already know that

She pull up in the coupe, skrrt

She drop the top and then she smash it

Ooh, she thick like Kardashian

I told her I am a barbarian

She looked at me and started laughin’

She said I’m too deep in the game, no Shawn Marion

Say to me

What, what you sayin’?

What did you say? What did you say?

Tell me the truth, baby, tell me the truth

Do you want a young nigga to stay?

Do you want a young nigga to stay?

I got a bad bitch and she the truth

I got a bad bitch and she the truth

I got a bad bitch and she the truth, she the truth

I got a bad bitch and she the truth

My bitch the truth, my bitch the truth

My bitch the truth, my bitch the truth

My bitch the truth, my bitch the truth

My bitch the truth, my bitch the truth

[Jeremih:]

In my mind, runnin’ ’round, racin’

Don’t stop, no need to pace it

Waterfall like she in the Caymans

Pussy so good, almost came in

Whip it like she workin’ in the kitchen

Hit it from the back, doin’ the dishes

Now I’m kissin’ her on the kitten

Told her not to scream, delicious

Wake up

Yeah, I did, I did

She said, “Boy don’t you mess my hair up, no”

I did, I did

Yeah her body be callin’

I be on a mission, she like the position

Wakin’ the neighbors, got 31 flavors

I’m doin’ her favors

She doin’ them tricks, she just did a split

Goddamnit she thick

Scream my name when I hit, wrote my name on her shit

I did it, I did

[Quavo:]

I got a bad bitch and she the truth

I got a bad bitch and she the truth

I got a bad bitch and she the truth, she the truth

I got a bad bitch and she the truth

My bitch the truth, my bitch the truth

My bitch the truth, my bitch the truth

My bitch the truth, my bitch the truth

My bitch the truth, my bitch the truth

Murda Beatz Novacane

Novocaine, Press!

Murder, murder, murder shit

M-m-m-murda

He got pneumonia, his lung is no longer

I’m smokin’ deadmi, this that dead people aroma (this that deadmihana)

I fell in love with the stove and the toaster

I fell in love with my block and it was over

Quarter brick, half a brick got me feelin’ like OJ

Sleepin’ in my North Face, we come from the north, Jane (dat way)

Ran his ass down in my old Js

Caught him on the runway, my shooters shoot 4K (quality)

OT got me seasick

18 to a 3-6, they say we impressive

Pressa got them under pressure

Throw it in the blender, certified finesser

Novocaine, Press, novocaine, Press

I just sold a brick, it came with novocaine, finesse

Novocaine, Press, novocaine, Press

I just sold a brick, it came with novocaine, finesse

I’m on a Murda beat, now she think I’m Migos

Tell that bitch bend her knees like a free throw (swish)

I’m a boss, I’m not your type kind of people

Blue Feather co-sign Valentino

Hey yowa wait now, I’m so used to takeout

Steakhouse, I think it’s ’bout that time I make my way now

(They scared now)

Ever since I came ’round

I think I make ’em feel a way now

Hey now, wait now, so much on my plate now

They hate now

‘Cause I’m in every city like a Greyhound

I’m all about my money like my Paypal

These rappers in my city think they’re Drake now

I slide up on your block ’cause that’s my playground

Pressa got it off the breakdown

Colt 5th, bullets pick him up just like a forklift

Slide drift, mileage, my block’s what I worship

Novocaine, Press, novocaine, Press

I just sold a brick, it came with novocaine, finesse

Novocaine, Press, novocaine, Press

I just sold a brick, it came with novocaine, finesse

My pot look like porridge

My pot is enormous

All this work up in the kitchen’s overwhelmin’

All this work up in the kitchen’s overwhelmin’

Novocaine, Press, novocaine, Press

I just sold a brick, it came with novocaine, finesse

Novocaine, Press, novocaine, Press

I just sold a brick, it came with novocaine, finesse