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getrichzay – murda 1 (remix) lyrics

[intro: getrichzay]
b+tch, i got a big+ass glock on me
i’m tryna put that b+tch to work
gang
(and i got the yayo)
ayy, ayy

[verse 1: getrichzay]
murder one
name a opp n+gga that’s gangster, b+tch, i never heard of one
ayy, glock+shoppin’, tryna find the best glizzy and purchase one (boom)
ayy, opp shoppin’, put a ten on him, i might purch him up
and i go to jail today (ayy), the judge gon’ give me time for burnin’ some’ (come on)
i’d be d+mned i let a n+gga take it, b+tch, i earn his money (aight)
you gon’ have to shoot me in my head, you gotta earn it from me (ayy, you know)
b+tch, i been a gangster, you know getrich’ (six), they can’t go for nothin’
i swear yb out his top, lookin’ wrong might get you smoked for nothin’ (aight)
ayy, p+ssy n+ggas know what’s up (ayy)
we the reason why thеy ride windows up (skrrt)
tacos tucked (come on)
ayy, mе and lil flip, we hop out any block, n+gga, you better duck
(you can’t beef with me, lil’ n+gga, you broke, go get your cheddar up)

[chorus: getrichzay]
ayy, huh, i say, “six sh+t (six sh+t), shots fired” (boom+boom, shots fired)
opp died
caught ’em walkin’ (ayy), n+ggas should’ve caught a ride (skrrt)
ayy, how the f+ck you gangster? you ain’t never seen no homicide (boom, aight)
headshot, closed casket got his mama traumatized (ayy, haha)
[verse 2: getrichzay]
laughin’ at the opps ’cause n+ggas b+tch for real (yeah, aight)
ayy, fill ’em up with lead, he go to bed like he took [?] a drill (brrt, aight)
ayy, makin’ noise with this lil’ rap sh+t but (ayy), b+tch, i still’ll drill (come on)
ayy, catch a n+gga when he tryna slide, that’s how you steal a k!ll (ayy)
ayy, gang just walked in, b+tch, i brought them members out (gang)
since he tryna woof, we outside that lil’ n+gga’s house (talk that)
ayy, shot him in his neck, the bullet catch straight through his mouth (talk that)
ayy, three+oh+eights, oh, bit’, that b+tch might flip over his couch (brrt)

[chorus: getrichzay]
ayy, huh, i say, “six sh+t (uh, uh), shots fired” (booh+booh)
opp died (n+gga funny as h+ll, now he mad)
caught ’em walkin’ (ayy), n+ggas should’ve caught a ride
ayy, how the f+ck you gangster? you ain’t never seen no homicide (aight)
headshot, closed casket got his mama traumatized

[verse 3: jdot breezy]
ayy, split his head
he got hit with big sh+t
i know i’m a lil’ n+gga, but i tote a big bl!ck
n+gga spoke on the gang, his stupid ass got hit quick
that’s facts, n+gga, feel hard, b+tch n+gga, that’s a hit stick
f+ck n+gga lay out his streets, you know that draco flip sh+t
lil’ boy, stop with all that lyin’, n+gga know you ain’t k!ll sh+t
come on, gang, it’s time to slide, hit they street, then dip quick
built this sh+t before he died, that n+gga died a lil’ sh+t
ayy, run up on that b+tt, ayy, then i open fire
hit his chest, hit his arm, hit his leg, then hit his mind
f+ck that boy, his brother dead and that lil’ bit’ in cell alive
hit they block and let off shots, twenty+four in the clip, it’s kobe time
n+gga know i’ma blow for mine
last n+gga know what happened
caught that n+gga at the store, swing the throat and blew the rachet
shh, got ran down on, vrrt, he got caught in traffic
i’ma beat that f+ckin’ pack, stupid ass, what’s f+ckin’ lackin’?
now he dead, that sh+t was tragic
my n+gga be like, “this what’s brackin'”
new brother on a shirt, i’m bryan, b+tch, that put it out on ashes
i go and be gang, huh, swing the cake, knock off her legs
my n+ggas don’t do no hits free, he drop a bag, i bet we cash in
[chorus: jdot breezy]
uh, i say, “six sh+t”
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout robber, getrich’ to real six
shout+out that gang, n+gga, no more playin’ when we said we k!ll sh+t
you ain’t hittin’ nothin’ close, you ain’t ready to run down, n+gga know you a real b+tch
let’s see that k!ll switch

[outro]
(and i got the yayo)

- getrichzay lyrics

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