Trippie Redd
Murda*
[Chorus: NBA Youngboy]
[?], I'll never change up
They say that how I'm living, that I need to wake up
I'm slangin' that I'm with it, they'll never frame us
They want me dead but I ain't scared I got my change up
It's a murda, yeah, they screaming out murda yeah
They steady screaming it's a murda, they gotta take my soul
I been thuggin' since a yungen mother fuck which way it go, gang

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Pussy n***a it's a murda, 187
Send your ass to heaven, and send your family blessings
Hit you with the Smith & Wesson, or get your ass like Tekken
Told your pussy ass to check in, that's what you get for flexin'
I told you I was destined, I told you I was dressin'
Too rich to tote my weapon, Five-Seven cave your chest in
Pop you n***as send a message
All for the love of the murda, murda
But I ain't got no time to play, know I keep a fucking K
And it'll blow your fucking brain, away
Trippie insane, know I'll never change, just got some change
Ain't nothing to get you whacked off, act hard
It ain't chess or checkers bitch, n***a at all
Better live your fucking best life