BIG30, Lil Migo - Murda Day lyrics

Dum, dum, dum, dum
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
(Red Dead, I'm so fuckin' bumpin', bro)
Blrrd
Blrrd

Really don't give no fuck if I
Go platinum or go gold
(Give a fuck 'bout going gold)
Just don't take me from my
Family, take my freedom
Or my stove
(Please don't take me from my stove)
Ain't no nigga gave me shit, I
Took something from him, yeah
If I owed
(If I woofed him, then he gone)
I had faith in my lil'
Nigga, he was woofing
But he froze
(Take his Glock, he's dead and gone)
Got a bitch from Walker Homes
Gon' suck you dry to slime you out
We need every key to every whip
And the key to his house
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Talk too much around BIG30
You get hit up in your mouth
(Pew)
Got no love for no rats
It's strictly murder for the mouse
(Murder)
Blrrd (Blrrd) , blrrd (Blrrd, blrrd, blrrd) , that's all I got to say (Blrrd)
Thirty shots in this Glock
Twenty-six get hit up in the face
Lil One, he got locked in
He and Lil Goonie staying out the way
(He tryna make them come outside)
'Cause they know where it's safe and they
Know BIG30 ain't come to play
(Play with 30, he gon' die)
Pull up with them Dracs and hit up
Every house that's on your block
(We gon' hit your block)
They know that it's smoke, so when he leave
They walk him to the car
(Bet his ass is gon' get shot)
Bitch, I'm Murda 8, I keep 'em with me
Glock up in the box
(Blrrd)
She know I'm a gangster, off the Henny
We fuck 'til tomorrow
She know I'm a killer, off the Perky
Killed her from the back
Beast up in these streets, I'm on the block
Stand up like I'm Shaq
I'm on all ten, I'm shooting first
It ain't no dumping back
We gon' get 'em gone, get 'em whacked
It ain't no coming back
(Migo)

Big old F&N my preferences, smoking gas
That expensive shit
(Gas)
Chilling with a basic bitch
Hoes'll get you
They play you quick
(Damn)
I I I can't trust a nigga or
A bitch 'cause they'll slime you out
(Slime)
Hit the club 'bout forty
Deep, the glizzy tucked
I'm firing rounds
(Blrrd)
Chopper hanging 'round my neck
I tote that Drac' just like a purse
(What?)
Fuck the doctor, red dot him
Look at him now
He in a hearse
If you ain't never sold a pound, no
You cannot get you a verse
(Nah)
If you ain't never sold a pound, no
You cannot get you a verse
(Pound, ayy, yeah)
Money over bitches
You know that bag come before a ho
(Cash, cash, cash)
I might just pull up, sell you a pound
And hit the studio
(Skrrt)
One foot in the game and one foot out
Gon' rap or sell these bowls?
(Phew)
That's a hard decision
Chasing millions in my shell toes
(Yoom)
Caught a flight to Cali'
(Phew) , Asian plug up in the valley (Valley)
Now I step in Bally
Having money keep me balanced
(Damn)
Used to sleep on pallets
Now I'm getting paid for my talents
(Racks)
Bitches love my diamonds
Say I'm flashy and I'm stylish
(Bling)
Popping my shit, popping your bitch
(Popping, popping)
Say the word, they gon' blitz
Know you get killed
(Blrrd, blrrd)
Ain't no love in this shit
Love for the kick
(Huh? What?)
Got a Glock with a dick, know that's a stick
(Damn, ayy)

Migo
Ayy
CMG shit, Heavy Camp shit, Bread Gang shit
BIG30, what's popping?
Lil Migo in this bitch shining
Like a motherfucking lamp
Can't DM me, nigga
Too much money
Popping my shit
Pop your bitch
I'ma ice out the clique
And you can't get a verse if
You ain't never sold a pound
Nigga
No cap
Real street nigga
Blrrd, blrrd (Blrrd)