Doe Boy - $hmurda Gang lyrics

Mob gang, $hmurda gang
Freebandz gang
Free $hmurda's nigga
Ah ah ah

I'm a pull up on a fuck nigga
We got Draco's in the truck with us
Can't no nigga really fuck with us
I got Johnny in a cut
I got Swerky in a cut
It's a choppa in a cut
And I'm still in stories nigga
Selling packs I need a cut
Plenty bands got shorty
I got bags now shorty
Got the 40, run up on me
I ain't playing round shorty
Got a nigga down
It's a man down
Got a shooter for me
He ain't playing round
Ain't a nigga tried me
Dare a nigga cross me
Let the fucking bird hang
He ain't coming off me

Free Ashino with the mag
They gave my youngin fourteen
I was laying niggas down since I was like fourteen
Free my nigga Baby Seth he made first forty eight
Shooters quick they probly hit you with the first forty eight
Stay quiet manslaughter all the day my nigga ate
Where my nigga kept the solid boy that nigga hella hate
I got busy in adreni's knock offs on my resume
When I ride on shit and kill em probly wouldn't a call my case
Momma steak but it's cool ain't no pressure I can't take
Fill a crate play with Hen boosie put em in his place
Gave my nigga Poopie twelve cause he brought out yellow tape
He the type to kill big or small one in yo mama face
Free Latura red dot
Gave yo boys some headshots
Pissing on these niggas graves tell em fuck the dead ops
Free Yale, Free Chuck, Free Lou, Free Luck
Free Bimma, Free Fima bad dawgs locked up
Rubber band, money gang they know niggas how this do
We ain't snitching fuck twelve
We go hard like buttermilk
All my RDK niggas pull up and start on them
I got killas up the way if we drumming pardon them

Aye, aye, aye we gon pull up get to squeezing hoe
I make sure you never bring yo ass to prelim hoe
My shooters up whoever say we beefing hoe
I can't tell you who that mud about a week ago

You don't rock how I rock
All these niggas fake as fuck they ain't shot what I shot
They ain't really getting money, they ain't got what I got
He might got a lil wave he ain't hot how I'm hot
Ah, ah, ah, had my chopper send it to a lil boy
Shot that shit when other niggas goofy boy, not with I
You can catch me still on nose at the stove, what he wah
Nigga said he went on Doe for a no
Free Juan, Free Tess, he don't even see the chalk
Nigga said he gonna smoke pussy I ain't even cough
Had my check gang niggas, cash em all, what you thought
I was soft, then you lost
Think again, I'm a boss
Yeah I was gon spray you niggas
Changed my mind, fuck that
We gon pull up bust first nigga we don't press back
Really God in my city, niggas know I run that
Had yo momma crying cause she ain't gon get her son back
Run away with money B, then he on his way back
Now my niggas come and K you all so we laid back
Free hood, kick his door nigga where yo safe at
Ain't gon tell me fucking murder man pussies face back, bitch

We gon pull up on a fuck nigga
Rubber band smell that gang who can fuck with us
Think this shit a game till we touch niggas
Three times to my fellas I say brap nigga, gang
Brap, brap