Broke Boi J - murki

(Go)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Go, go)
I'mma run these bands up
That's for certain
I ain't changing things
So why you think I'm a different person
No I'm not the Lord
So why would I give you mercy
I call my shooter "Lil Murki"
Cause he pop you, like a perky
Run these bands up
They gonna fall out my pocket
Run the cash up
Make a deposit
Making deposits
We send chrome bullets to your eye socket
You don't make bands so please
Just stop it
We can not talk if you do not make profit
She giving brain, brain, brain
College, she giving brain, brain
Brain, knowledge, get to the
Green, green, green, collards
Get to the cheese cheese
Cheese, cottage
Huh, beef I do not acknowledge
We send him up like a rocket
He going down, he flopping
Oh yeah, I told her "Take care"
After I hit from the front
And the derrière
I will stay with the smith
Like I'm from Bel Air
We gonna send that boy to the air
Say you making bands, boy where
This girl said she miss me
I don't care
You cannot afford the things I wear
You want all the smoke, it's over here
I'mma run these bands up
That's for certain
I ain't changing things
So why you think I'm a different person
No I'm not the Lord
So why would I give you mercy
I call my shooter "Lil Murki"
Cause he pop you, like a perky
Run these bands up
They gonna fall out my pocket
Run the cash up
Make a deposit
Making deposits
We send chrome bullets to your eye socket
You don't make bands so please
Just stop it
We can not talk if you do not make profit
I'm in outer space
I just took like two, three percs
Straight to the face
You can get put in your place
I'mma run the bands up
That's the only thing
I'm with my bae and we eating
Some good shrimp and some steak
You can get popped in your face
You get fried like Fish Filet
I got a stick on me man
So please do not play
If you play, you lay, yeah
If you play you lay
(Go)
(Yeah)
(Go)
(Go)
(Go)
(Go)
I'mma run these bands up
That's for certain
I ain't changing things (Bleh)
So why you think I'm a different person
No I'm not the Lord (No)
So why would I give you mercy
I call my shooter "Lil Murki"
Cause he pop you, like a perky
Run these bands up (Yeah)
They gonna fall out my pocket
Run the cash up
Make a deposit
Making deposits
We send chrome bullets to your eye socket
You don't make bands so please
Just stop it
We can not talk if you do not make profit
(Yeah)
(Go)

Written by:
Justin McNair

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