Murda Barz
Murda Barz - Dj Op lyrics
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Tell ‘em that I'm riding again Shoot a nigga's cars, Don't make me hit the hydrant again Everyday I wake up, it's like I'm live on the sand smoke Hayz and bubbling paper, swallowing gin Everywhere I go, dirty nigga follow me in I'm back in the truck, I'm yapping the cup Drunk enough to fuck around and shoot the passenger up Couple of niggas follow on bikes, They hollow the pipes, they slide off I put your brain fiest, swallow the knife I say lil' nigga, play your position, I ain't gonna book you, your momma would When I'mma come through the kitchen And you know you are nearer to Don op I'm nailing the bricks Day deal, I got the deal with the concrete Need a connector in Long Beach A shooter in New York I need good weed within arm reach Know that they act like they ride y'all Whenever it's my call Tell on niggas, they shot out their eyeballs Gotta stay true to the reaper, these niggas is ants I'ma blast like the studio flickers I preserve dope from the federal reserve Ask a ghost, man, you deserve host Two guns up, it's the three guns up I say die for my niggas is the four word oath Rather dying D-Block, nigga, I do that too Got tens in the P. M. In Brooklyn Lookin' for some Dominican niggas, they be cookin' I pushing through these barrels followed By two Camaros, Mac90 beside me, With the airwholes Grinding bitches on the tape too Don't wet clothes Set a nigga up just to get something up in their nose All my niggas sell O's and roll cygarellos Rich country niggas with some ash elbows Dropped a hundred bricks with some cakeds and some chateaus