Kojo Funds - Murda lyrics

It's murder
Catch this brudda, you know it's murder
Try and run up on me, it's murder
Keep runnin' your mouth, it's murder
You know it's murder
When I run up on your block
It's gon' be murder
Try and run up on a nigga
You know it's murder
Keep runnin' your mouth, it's murder

Where's the burner, the burner, the burner
When I see ya, I will turn up, let's turn up
Got the Tina for Turner, you learnt cos
It's murder, it's murder
Where's the burner, the burner, the burner
When I see ya, I will turn up, let's turn up
Got the Tina for Turner, you learnt cos
It's murder, it's murder

Cruisin' down the street and I know
These niggas wan' scheme on me
Niggas on the lean and bop
They come and try lean on me
She tried set me up, why you gon' set me up?
Why you wan' set me up?
You know it's gon' be murder
'kay, let me start my story-time quick
Yeah I'm on my Balamory Time shit
Met this lightskin chick on my strip
Can't believe I let this bitch in my whip
Thinkin' I should call my guy quick
Bucked him at the petrol station by Wickes
Told him follow me, he said he's ridin'
On the motorway but I can't find him
So I decided, let me drop her yard
Thought it would be cool
Thought it would be calm
See a couple bruddas comin' to my car
Thinkin' "shit, I gotta run 'em all over"
I run 'em all over
Now they're on the floor, broad day
Pushed her out my car, no way
Thought one of them was rollin' up, slowly
So I was like "where's my gun?"

So where's the burner, the burner, the burner
When I see ya, I will turn up, let's turn up
Got the Tina for Turner, you learnt cos
It's murder, it's murder
Where's the burner, the burner, the burner
When I see ya, I will turn up, let's turn up
Got the Tina for Turner, you learnt cos
It's murder, it's murder

I know these niggas hatin' and
Wanna try take my flow
If you try cross my path
Your girl will get RKO'd
I don't wanna talk too much
I think I've said enough
Nigga stop actin' up
Know it's gon' be murder, yo

I'm with dem 32s and 44s, I stay gunnin'
With the one-pop, my nigga
You better just keep runnin'
Got the ting cocked
I'm clappin' up Clapham so say suttin'
Press a button, y'ain't ready
I'm ready so stop frontin' now
Got the ting round the corner
You don't want no drama man will smoke him
I'll bun him just like marijuana
First I'll miss
I'll be comin' back just like karma
Finger itchin', I'm needin' a larma

So where's the burner, the
Burner, the burner, yeah
And if you're ready, I'm
Ready, let's turn up, yeah