BAK jay - D To Da Murda

{intro: bak jay}
Hmm, hmm, come on
Mmm, really a monster, a beast, problem, nigga
Ayy (bak)

{chorus: bak jay & fbg murda}
Really a monster, a beast, the problem, the young nigga like to hop out with them yoppers (brr)
They'll go crazy, he put that bitch to your face broad day and nobody gon' stop him (nobody gon' stop him)
(?...) smokin', i fucked around, dropped him
No, i don't want that ho, 'cause she keep causin' drama (she keep causin' drama)
Murda say he got low, hit that lick for them commas
Bitch, we takin' your soul if you speak on the daughter (takin' your soul)
Bitch got to tappin' her friends, she seen who walked in, that's murda and bak (murda and bak)
Promoter ain't wanna let us in with them gens, but lil' brother backpack the big-ass drac' (backpack the big-ass drac')
Waitin' to murder with over two hundred-somethin' shots, i'll leave a nigga ass in the paint (i'll leave a nigga ass in the paint)
Bro pulled a (?...) in the chop, that's a fully .62, leave a nigga in bad-ass shape (boom, boom, boom, boom)

{verse 1: bak jay}
From the d to the murder, boy, we gettin' shot
We ain't leavin' no traces when we spin on k block (spin on k block)
I'ma choose me the racks 'fore i choose me a thot
Know i'm hard than bitch, you can call me a rock
Pussy, i'm on your head, don't get caught with that bitch again
Know she on go, do it all for them benjamins
Heard he got hit, what he get bein' the middleman
Flipped over shit, i'm legit with this mac-10
Flipped over shit, he got parked over the highway, totin' this stick, better not try that shit my way (don't try)
Do it for me (grr) the live way
On it since day one and waitin' 'til friday
(?...) lil' switch, shootin' shit like davonte
I got a freaky lil' bitch with a bag
Flexin' that shit, get it took, better not brag (better not brag)
Walk up the— then go walk up the pass (go, go)

{chorus: bak jay & fbg murda}
Really a monster, a beast, the problem, the young nigga like to hop out with them yoppers (hop out with yoppers)
They'll go crazy, he put that bitch to your face broad day and nobody gon' stop him (nobody gon' stop him)
(?...) smokin', i fucked around, dropped him
No, i don't want that ho, 'cause she keep causin' drama
Murda say he got low, hit that lick for them commas (hit that lick)
Bitch, we takin' your soul if you speak on the daughter (takin' your soul)
Bitch got to tappin' her friends, she seen who walked in, that's murda and bak (that's murda and bak)
Promoter ain't wanna let us in with them gens, but lil' brother backpack the big-ass drac' (he backpack the big-ass drac')
Waitin' to murder with over two hundred-somethin' shots, i'll leave a nigga ass in the paint (i'll leave a nigga ass in the paint)
Bro pulled a (?...) in the chop, that's a fully .62, leave a nigga in bad-ass shape (he was in bad-ass shape)

{verse 2: fbg murda}
Uh, first shot hit his top, when we pulled off his block, nigga white tee was already red (was already red)
Last nigga (?...) at 5, i had looked in his eyes, boy, i knew that lil' nigga was scared (boy, i knew that lil' nigga was scared)
We got the lo' first day, we was sittin', let a ho walk out of this bitch and she dead (she dead)
That bag get dropped and them young niggas go spinnin' blocks until they had collect the bread (until they had collect the bread)
Bitch, it's just me and jc in the booth, said if he see an opp, i'ma shoot after you (i'ma blow after you)
Nothin' but bitches and glocks at the lot, i just got fully yercs, hit them hoes by the two (hit them hoes by the two)
Unlock the door, boy, i wanna shoot out the court, nigga, i don't even blow out the roof (nigga, i don't even blow off the roof)
Jumped out hittin' that shit, two switches and chops, nigga might as well go check the news (ha)

{chorus: bak jay & fbg murda}
Really a monster, a beast, the problem, the young nigga like to hop out with them yoppers
They'll go crazy, he put that bitch to your face broad day and nobody gon' stop him (nobody gon' stop him)
(?...) smokin', i fucked around, dropped him (yeah, i dropped him)
No, i don't want that ho, 'cause she keep causin' drama
Murda say he got low, hit that lick for them commas
Bitch, we takin' your soul if you speak on the daughter (takin' your soul)
Bitch got to tappin' her friends, she seen who walked in, that's murda and bak (that's murda and bak)
Promoter ain't wanna let us in with them gens, but lil' brother backpack the big-ass drac' (he backpack the big-ass drac')
Waitin' to murder with over two hundred-somethin' shots, i'll leave a nigga ass in the paint (i'll leave a nigga ass in the paint)
Bro pulled a (?...) in the chop, that's a fully .62, leave a nigga in bad-ass shape

{outro: fbg murda}
Man, free my brother
(?...) free (?...) and them
Fuck the opps, free the opps