MURDA

Lyrics

[Chorus] Rich young kid on the worst drugs Mom worried sick, I can't quit, I'm her worst son (I'm her worst son) Twin got that iron, he might burn somethin' Big bro might fire in the church just like Burzum (Just like Burzum) You got files, you a snitch, we gon' hurt you That boy went missin', no body, no murder (No murder) Tell her I'm Christian, what's up, it convert her How you gon' act like a boss? You a nerd, dawg [Verse] I wake up and pop four Xans before I even brush my teeth (Yeah) Could've brought some people up with me but they ain't believe (Believe) Xans turned me into a zombie likе I'm straight outta Philly 'Course I ain't gon' work for free, boy, that sound really silly (It's my job, boy) Why would I give you a vеrse? Boy, I don't even know you Bitch, I'm still locked in the stu', cookin' shit up, no soul food Bricks inside the whip look like I'm 'bout to deliver some food She asked if I felt the same way, had to tell her, "No, boo" (I don't feel it) At least I don't mind switchin' that bitch, she one of the lucky ones (No cap) I pop a Xan' on Xan' like 2015 Lucki would Mama callin' my phone, I say, "What's up?", she say, "I love you, son" I've seen your Instagram, why you keep lyin'? I see all them drugs (Oh fuck) Huh, I could tell her but she wouldn't get it I'm on sixty milligrams of Oxy', on the move with it I've been on the Moon lately, I'll come down for you, baby I just popped a full 80, think I'ma die soon, baby (Yeah, uh) Only rock them archive pieces Bad bitch and she's 23-ish, she call me, she say she need dick I pull up, I'm givin' her it, skinny jeans, the bands won't fit in 'Bout two years, I dreamt of being where I'm at right now, I did it (Ooh) Mom, the rappin' shit goin' good, get money, spend all that shit I got Balenci' my shoe, you act fugazi for shit (For shit, hah) All black Rick on my boots, Balenci' hoodie is pink Too young to be this damn rich, so I just act a damn fool [Chorus] Rich young kid on the worst drugs Mom worried sick, I can't quit, I'm her worst son (I'm her worst son) Twin got that iron, he might burn somethin' Big bro might fire in the church just like Burzum (Just like Burzum) You got files, you a snitch, we gon' hurt you That boy went missin', no body, no murder (No murder) Tell her I'm Christian, what's up, it convert her How you gon' act like a boss? You a nerd, dawg