[Intro]
I'm off that Dom... (AC, turn that heat up, n***a)
I don't even know, fuck it

[Refrain]
"Murda," yeah, that's what she wrote (Hold up, mmm)

[Interlude]
It's Carbon

[Verse 1]
I get money, that's of course (Duh), I'm pushin' P, I'm in the Porsche (What?)
12 just flicked the lights behind me, finna put this bitch in sport (Come on)
Name some shit I can't afford (What?)
Just blew 10K on this n***a, why? Shit, 'cause I was bored (What?)
He in love with my accent, tryna fuck up off my voice
I'm screaming, "Whole lot of Choppa Gang shit," until I'm hoarse
"375," 'til I'm hoarse

[Refrain]
Like, Murda

[Verse 2]
Fresh as fuck, I'm dressed to kill (Damn)
Strapped up, shoot to kill (Blrrrd, blrrrd)
Had to dead shit with them hoes, they ain't know how to keep it real
Fuck a n***a, why you say that, Carbon? Shit, that's how I feel (What?)
Yeah, shit, that's how I feel
[Refrain]
Like, Murda (Choppa Gang, bitch, I'm finally like, "Yeah")

[Verse 3]
Fuck advice, I stopped listening 'cause they wasn't talking 'bout shit (Ho)
30K in cash, ho, I just put that on my crib (Come on)
Burn his head in this backseat, he can't find out where I live (Uh-uh)
KKK for real, I hate n***as, get the fuck up out my whip
Got a pretty-ass face with some juicy-ass lips
And I ain't got no feelings, all-natural, spectacular (Ho)
He like, "Mmm-mmm, this good pussy immaculate"
Tell your ho to pipe down, I shoot bitches, I ain't havin' it (Blrrrd)

[Refrain]
"Murda," yeah, that's what she wrote
Mmm, uh, yeah, that's what she wrote

[Interlude]
'Cause it was babies up out there (I'm 'bout to come back in, I'm 'bout to come back in)
One more time

[Verse 4]
Last bitch played ain't get sprayed 'cause it was babies up out there (You know that)
Y'all thought it was funny, I put money on your head, you touch a hair (Every time)
Dead dummy, they gon' shine, catch you in public, catch you clubbing (Better not)
'Fore you ever catch me slipping, fuck around and catch me thumbing (Through these hundreds)
Ho, I've been in the kitchen, cookin', gettin' hot as Hell
I need an M when I'm hungry, when I'm broke, I'm not myself (Fuck a n***a)
Never signed to a label, you won't catch me on no shelf (At all)
[Refrain]
Murda (Every time)

[Verse 5]
It's already 10 p.m. and I ain't ate shit today (Uh-uh)
Ain't nothin' sweet, but, bitch, I've been getting cake today (Gettin' paid)
I ain't dancin' in no club, but I might hit that paper chase (Them bands)
Movin' at my own pace, you know the turtle run the race
In the cut, by my lonely, blunt gettin' faced (What?)
Fuck this shit, could never change, CGE 'til my grave (375)

[Refrain]
Screaming, "Murda" (Free Shiesty, on God)

[Interlude]
On my mama
Long live Tay-Tay, long live lil' Dell, y'all know what the fuck goin' on
We Rambo livin', ho, on God

[Refrain]
I'm screaming, "Murda," 'bout my brother, ho

[Outro]
Keep all that