Big Scarr - Murder Dance lyrics
Alexander Woods
[Big Scarr - Murder Dance lyrics]
Heard they pulled up shootin'
You had a gun and you still ran
(Boy, you still ran)
Sweep a nigga block with the broom
Get the dustpan (Get the dustpan)
Cuz got the BOAs, feelin' like he Money Man
(Feelin' like he Money Man)
I was just on lower level
Tryna get some contraband
(Get some contraband)
Had a freak cross your mans
Out for a couple grand (For a couple grand)
'Nother opp dead, celebrate
Do the murder dance (Do my murder dance)
If he in the trap without a sack
He the door man (Got syrup comin' in)
Folks talkin' 'bout I need to switch it up
(Ayy, Gbox, keep fuckin' that beat up)
You rap about too much street shit
Too much gangster shit
Talkin' 'bout I need to get
On some industry shit (Jugg on the beat
So you know that ho slamming)
Can't do even do that
The only thing I know is trap
Show a nigga how I'm comin', off the top
Uh, bitch, I'm straight from the bottom
(The bottom)
Section 8 partners, came up out of poverty
(Up out of poverty)
Now I'm gettin' head from
An Instagram model
(I'm runnin' through models)
I know they envy me, these niggas frenemies
Threw crosses on me when the road
It got darker (The road, it got darker)
Now I got racks in my pocket (Woah, woah)
Nigga make the wrong move
Then them bodies start droppin'
(Them bodies start droppin') back to back
Hope you don't think I'm just talkin'
(Woah, woah) double back
Hop out on feet with the Diamondback
Pretty lil' bitch got her stomach snatched
(Stomach snatched)
Can't rap 'bout the streets, boy
You know you ain't come from that
(You ain't come from that)
Double-R Gang, but I never met Rodman
(Never met Rodman)
Kept me a sack, never thought about robbery
(Nope) now look at me now, well
I'm way from the ground at the top, yeah
You know that I'm poppin' it
(I'm poppin' shit) yeah, I got 'em mad
See the hate on they face
Know they pissed off
These niggas ain't stoppin' me (Nah)
No Kodak, bitch, I'm a young prodigy
(Prodigy)
I know my mama and grandma, they proud of me
I leave the bitch 'fore she get an apology
(On God) i set the trend and these
Lil' niggas follow me (Yep)
I be outside, I think niggas be dodgin' me
(Stop hidin') she want relations
Can't give her a part of me
(Can't give her my time)
I'ma shoot first, no
I'm not with the arguing
(Fuck you think I got it for?)
Heard they pulled up shootin'
You had a gun and you still ran (Still ran)
Sweep a nigga block with the broom
Get the dustpan (Get the dustpan)
Cuz got the BOAs, feelin' like he Money Man
(Like he Money Man)
I was just on lower level
Tryna get some contraband
(Get some contraband)
Had a freak cross your mans
Out for a couple grand (For a couple grand)
'Nother opp dead, celebrate
Do the murder dance (Do my murder dance)
If he in the trap without a sack
He the door man (Got syrup comin' in)
Heard they pulled up shootin'
You had a gun and you still ran (Still ran)
Sweep a nigga block with the broom
Get the dustpan (Get the dustpan)
Cuz got the BOAs, feelin' like he Money Man
(Like he Money Man)
I was just on lower level
Tryna get some contraband
(Get some contraband)
Had a freak cross your mans
Out for a couple grand (For a couple grand)
'Nother opp dead, celebrate
Do the murder dance (Do my murder dance)
If he in the trap without a sack
He the door man (Got syrup comin' in)
You had a gun and you still ran
(Boy, you still ran)
Sweep a nigga block with the broom
Get the dustpan (Get the dustpan)
Cuz got the BOAs, feelin' like he Money Man
(Feelin' like he Money Man)
I was just on lower level
Tryna get some contraband
(Get some contraband)
Had a freak cross your mans
Out for a couple grand (For a couple grand)
'Nother opp dead, celebrate
Do the murder dance (Do my murder dance)
If he in the trap without a sack
He the door man (Got syrup comin' in)
Folks talkin' 'bout I need to switch it up
(Ayy, Gbox, keep fuckin' that beat up)
You rap about too much street shit
Too much gangster shit
Talkin' 'bout I need to get
On some industry shit (Jugg on the beat
So you know that ho slamming)
Can't do even do that
The only thing I know is trap
Show a nigga how I'm comin', off the top
Uh, bitch, I'm straight from the bottom
(The bottom)
Section 8 partners, came up out of poverty
(Up out of poverty)
Now I'm gettin' head from
An Instagram model
(I'm runnin' through models)
I know they envy me, these niggas frenemies
Threw crosses on me when the road
It got darker (The road, it got darker)
Now I got racks in my pocket (Woah, woah)
Nigga make the wrong move
Then them bodies start droppin'
(Them bodies start droppin') back to back
Hope you don't think I'm just talkin'
(Woah, woah) double back
Hop out on feet with the Diamondback
Pretty lil' bitch got her stomach snatched
(Stomach snatched)
Can't rap 'bout the streets, boy
You know you ain't come from that
(You ain't come from that)
Double-R Gang, but I never met Rodman
(Never met Rodman)
Kept me a sack, never thought about robbery
(Nope) now look at me now, well
I'm way from the ground at the top, yeah
You know that I'm poppin' it
(I'm poppin' shit) yeah, I got 'em mad
See the hate on they face
Know they pissed off
These niggas ain't stoppin' me (Nah)
No Kodak, bitch, I'm a young prodigy
(Prodigy)
I know my mama and grandma, they proud of me
I leave the bitch 'fore she get an apology
(On God) i set the trend and these
Lil' niggas follow me (Yep)
I be outside, I think niggas be dodgin' me
(Stop hidin') she want relations
Can't give her a part of me
(Can't give her my time)
I'ma shoot first, no
I'm not with the arguing
(Fuck you think I got it for?)
Heard they pulled up shootin'
You had a gun and you still ran (Still ran)
Sweep a nigga block with the broom
Get the dustpan (Get the dustpan)
Cuz got the BOAs, feelin' like he Money Man
(Like he Money Man)
I was just on lower level
Tryna get some contraband
(Get some contraband)
Had a freak cross your mans
Out for a couple grand (For a couple grand)
'Nother opp dead, celebrate
Do the murder dance (Do my murder dance)
If he in the trap without a sack
He the door man (Got syrup comin' in)
Heard they pulled up shootin'
You had a gun and you still ran (Still ran)
Sweep a nigga block with the broom
Get the dustpan (Get the dustpan)
Cuz got the BOAs, feelin' like he Money Man
(Like he Money Man)
I was just on lower level
Tryna get some contraband
(Get some contraband)
Had a freak cross your mans
Out for a couple grand (For a couple grand)
'Nother opp dead, celebrate
Do the murder dance (Do my murder dance)
If he in the trap without a sack
He the door man (Got syrup comin' in)