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bandhunta izzy & steelz - murda lyrics

[verse 1: bandhunta izzy]
i done stepped so much, my legs hurt, i put in leg work
yeah, he say he got some bodies, we shoot at heads first
no, we don’t do attempts, we step on sh+t, this sh+t on purpose, boy
b+tch, i ain’t insane, i blew his brain, i had to murk the boy
salute you if you caught a body, b+tch, i did too
my youngin had to earn his stripes so we slid too
why you bring me one lil’ switch? b+tch, i said, “two”
why she ask me if i bang and flag around? my head blue
got ps that’s so amazin’ for the low, they fabuloso
got new york locs i know that just be bangin’, shop at soho
she just took a flight for just one night, she a go+go
let me film that b+tch while she give hеad, she a gopro
drinkin’, i feel like a fiend, no, i can’t stop for nothin’
this thirty i got too h+rny, it seein’ my opp, it’s bustin’
i walk up with my fn, sh+t, that sound likе cussin’
i share some blood with locs, but i call bro my cousin
i really pop the pills and pop the guns and pop my sh+t, for real
you on the west coast and f+ck with clowns, well, sh+t, i f+ck with steelz
ever seen heart stops when they body drop? know how it feel?
i just dropped a bag, have ’em sign that paper, it’s a deal
[chorus: bandhunta izzy]
i want murder, i want murder, i want murder, i just murder opps
we the type to step on your lil’ brother, he ain’t heard of us
bless the ones that live, the ones got hit, nah, they ain’t heard the shots
i just get so happy when my opps help make that casket drop
one, two, three opps, twenties what my crips rock
we sell smack like chris rock, i might get your b+tch knocked
one, two, three guns, pull up slow, he run
the way that he move with a stick, you would think he blind like he don’t see nothin’

[verse 2: bandhunta izzy]
he ain’t take no fakes or take no hits, how the f+ck he crip?
i done bossed up, then i turned to coach, i done sent some bl!cks
i could walk up, just by my approach, know i’m with the sh+ts
assistant went to get my brand new drip, i ain’t go to fifth
treatin’ the gang how i’m wearin’ the clothes, you know that i’m puttin’ it on
bro got sh+t that he move so fast, he feel like it’s runnin’ straight through him
hang around mine, we had to k!ll, we hopped out but i knew him
transportation f+cked up on a bus, so we flew him

[chorus: bandhunta izzy]
i want murder, i want murder, i want murder, i just murder opps
we the type to step on your lil’ brother, he ain’t heard of us
bless the ones that live, the ones got hit, nah, they ain’t heard the shots
i just get so happy when my opps help make that casket drop
one, two, three opps, twenties what my crips rock
we sell smack like chris rock, i might get your b+tch knocked
one, two, three guns, pull up slow, he run
the way that he move with a stick, you would think he blind like he don’t see nothin’

- bandhunta izzy steelz lyrics

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