[Verse 1: KodiyakRedd]
Ain’t no n***a that gon' talk me like they test sum'
I got n***as that gon' leave 'em like we wrecked sum'
We got some bodies, we gon' leave it like we checked sum'
This ain’t no Nike, we gon' sign it like we slidin’
I got my brother when we seen it like we wildin’
We put it up like they gon' pop another molly
I know these n***as there, these n***as there they phony
I got five up on the stick
They lose it down, they lose they life
That’s how I live
These n***as playin’ by the code
They really snitch
They play it down for nobody
Don’t play the gleesh
I want 'em dead, they just diminish
The other jit
She suck the tip, she like the dick
She like it in
I watch it up way out the block
I steady spin
They hating on them n***a for just what
'Cause I’m just cut
And .30 round I keep the drum, uh, uh, uh, drum
Uh, uh, they don’t show no love, uh, uh
Man, I told these pussy n***as get your funds up
You get a lot of shit and I'mma keep it with my gun up
I keep it like an army but I’m [?] with your man
These n***as really mad 'cause I be tatted by a bitch
I pull up on the scene and I look cleaner than a bitch
I’m [?] through the bitch and now you seen it, what it is
This .30 clip
Keep it on my damn hip
Why you gotta really trip?
R.I.P. they really dead
I'mma put it where it's at
There’s a reason why they call me mothafuckin' damn Redd
I'mma leave a n***a red
What it is, I pop a MAC
Pop a Perc for where it hurt
Skrrt and then I really drive
Doin’ what you really like
Got a bitch, she know it all
Murder scene, it's murda one
Keep that gun like murda one
Murda one, murda one
I'mma keep it murda one
Murda one, murda one
N***a keep on talkin', I'mma [?] like it’s murda one
Murda one, I keep it like a capital, like capital
Like when I put that n***a in the hospital
But he kept steady talkin’
Started rappin, I was trappin’
[?] in traffic in red light, a green light
I caught yo ass just lackin’
I caught you with the MAC-10
You n***as really cappin’, yeah
[Verse 2: FlyySoulja]
I’m on that [?] gang shit
Got my brothas just for life, bruh
What you mean, put your life on the line, yah
I run up on yo ass, pull up with the Tec-9
N***a, that’s on gang, n***a
Boy, I don't fuck with these pussy n***as
Got hoe tendencies like a hoe, yea
Yea, on that murda one, murda one
I’m on that murda gang shit
On that murda one, murda one
I’ll catch yo ass lackin’, yeah
Oh yeah, I’m on that murda one
That’s that murda gang shit
I’m from Palm Beach County
I’m like, all these hoes say they love me
What you mean? Don’t trust no hoe
Like, you know what it is
I know these fuck n***as, they gon' end up dead
That’s on gang, n***a
Why you hating on me? I'm [?] rocking with my twin brother
We [?], yeah
Murda one, yeah
Murda one, [?], murda one
Ain’t no motherfuckin’ murder scene
That’s exactly how it went
We gone really show it spin
Murda one [?]
Pop, pop, when them shots go off