Riccy Runtz - Murder Town (feat. Masi Reincarnated)

I ain't with that chit chat
Nigga get yo' lick back
He push up, he get his shit splat
My big hoe, she got a fat ass
Slidin' on shit with no mask
Turnin' fuck niggas to the past
They mad I'm in my bag
Baby bad but I ain't fuckin' with that
I'm so shitty, bitch I stank and I ain't talkin' bout my butt
That one nigga got put up
His potna need a good luck, charm
They talk they best to talk down on us, they don't even know who we are
I see 'em outside, walk down on feet, ain't worried bout no car
And bitch I'm bout mine, about mine, yeah I'm goin' hard
I see my brothers in the stars, that's why I talk to God
And she ain't fuckin' with me, you can go, I don't need you around
Oh, you bout yours? I'm bout mine, guaranteed it's goin' down
Walkin' round with a smile up on my face like shit ain't goin' south
Cupcakin' with that lil thot, she give the drop to that boy house
And I be standin' out till I can't stand nomo, I'm standing tall
And I be steppin' on shit till I can't walk or even crawl
500 Block, New Orleans nigga, the murder town
It's a murder and nigga bet not catch you out
Fuck what you heard of, niggas talkin' down, we air 'em out
It's a murder, murder, murder
It's a murder, murder, murder, uh

Written by:
Masi KingKing Jr, Rickey Dominique

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