MURDAMAN! (feat. Chief Keef)

Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman
 Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman (ha, go)
 Murda, murda, murdaman (I'm in that station, I'm on shits, nigga)
 Murda, murda, murdaman (you know what's on my hip, nigga)
 Murdaman, watch me do my murda dance (yup)
 Oh, y'all say it's some richer niggas?
 We ain't never heard of dem (nope)
 I'm tryna fuck sum'n
 Where them birds at? (Huh?)
 I want my shit wired
 Fuck that cash money, I ain't Birdman (bitch)
 Don't pay no him no mind, he a certified bitch (for sure)
 Niggas ain't own shit, niggas ain't never hit
 Come through your strip, I bet I send that shit (on God)
 I bring that station to yo' city, nigga (what?)
 You a lil' ass boy, you don't got no motion
 Can't go hunnid, hunnid with me, nigga (never)
 Ridin' through Atlanta, nigga (whoop)
 This a seven-hundred dollar Fanta, nigga (drank)
 Where yo' fuckin' manners, nigga?
 Wocko Simone, Mr. 2 Flip Phone
 More hoes than Santa, nigga
 Bro, God gave me like two or three lines of that Wock'
 As soon as I landed, nigga
 The blacker, the berry, the sweeter the juice
 And I'm blacker than 11 Gammas, nigga
 Soon as you step in this room, then I'm takin' yo' phone
 No close-range cameras, nigga
 Lil' shawty, try to speak on the station with no hesitation
 I'm goin' to blam the nigga
 Uh, bitch, you look good as shit
 You ain't never fuck wit' a young rich, nigga
 I'm a Naija boy, lemme pop my shit
 I really bang shit
 Baby, let me nut up on yo' face, close-range shit (ayy, yes sir)
 She know I'm a player, she hate it
 Shawty hit up my phone said, "You ain't shit"
 Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman
 Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman
 Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, do my murda dance
 Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman
 Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman
 Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, do my murda dance
 Murda, murda murda, murda, murda, murda, murdaman
 Ayy, shorty, you and Lil' Cam
 Got the right motherfucker, I ain't gon' lie
 (Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda)
 Murda whoever fuckin' playin' (ayy, Sos' baby shit)
 Knife up on the chop'
 I use that bitch to cut my rubber bands (3k, hey, Manny)
 Dirty ass lil' thot
 Won't touch that bitch with my lil' brother hands
 Make me send your shorty through your window
 Like they Brother Man
 This ain't no 2K, we scan your face
 Lil' bitch, quit fuckin' playin'
 I'm a Glory Boy, but all my hoes call me they fuckin' man (GBE, baby)
 Baby said I'm fat, I told her, "Bitch I ain't accepting it" (bitch)
 Chief So' got that guap
 He came a long way from that motherland (Sos' baby)
 I got 60 thousand for my mama when my motherland (Sit Gang, mom)
 Mafias got me so muh'fuckin' rich, I damn near fucked a fan (go)
 Get that pussy nigga out your gang, he gon' fuck up the brand (bitch)
 I can buy a whole damn Gucci store, bitch, call me Dapper Dan
 Told that bitch, I left like 50,000, bitch, don't touch a band
 Murda man
 You ain't never seen no murdaman
 If Chief So' was still up on this block
 He'd probably serve a fan (Chief So')
 Niggas always got they damn hand out
 That shit don't hurt your hand? (Huh? Huh? Huh?)
 And I swear to God, that God the only nigga I'm worshippin'
 Bitch! Turn me up, So' (go)
 I got bitches flyin' out, put that bitch on timeout (bitch)
 Had to take some timeout, just to clear my mind out
 I'ma whip my iron out, pussy boy act blind now (bang)
 Smokin' Tooka pack (huh?)
 You smokin' boof, it's crack (huh?)
 Shoot, we shootin' back
 Bulletproof the lat' (bitch)
 Where the stupid juices at?
 Movin' 'em, movin' em back
 We stomp through this bitch like a frat
 Bang, bang, bang, bang
 Bang, bang, bang, bang
 Bang (hey man)
 Bang (hey So')
 Bang (what the fuck you know?)
 Bang (just like Jack, when I'm bangin' that pole)
 Bang (station)
 Bang (Mr. O)
 Bang, bang