DJ OP - Murda Barz lyrics

rate me

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