OnlyWintrs! - Murda Zone Lyrics

Gang
Yeah
Let me get straight to it
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
I'm a get tuned in this bitch

Look, new car, new bitch, put some diamonds on my wrist
Countin' racks, that's 10 times 6
Niggas they not live like this
Sippin' lean that came wit' wock
Put some diamonds on the clock
Stretch my money to the top
Bitch I do this shit a lot
Solo, I'on need no feat
Boy I'll kill you on a beat
Boy I'll kill you in the streets
Put your face up on a tee
Fuck that bitch, mane she a hoe
She gon' need me money though
She cannot get any dough
Beggin' me while on the floor
Put some money in my safe
Nigga ain't nobody safe
Know we put them guns to face
We like, "Who gon' die today?"

Gettin' chicken, no Popeyes
Free the real, mane free my guys
They the ones who really slide
They get booked, they tellin' lies
Nigga we got plenty sticks
And my Glock it got a switch
Nigga I'll never miss
Boy I hit you in your shit
Boy we pull up to your place
We ain't never show up late
We gon' let them Draco's spray
Wet you up just like a bay
Maybach costed like a arm
Throw that shit up in the yard
We some demons, boy we armed
Say you tough, you really aren't
Nigga this my murder flow
Nigga this the murder zone
Bitch you better hold your own
Nigga best lower his tone
Put a tag up on your toe
We gon' do you like a hoe
We gon' hit you wit' these bows
Nigga better get real low
Bitch we start a fire show
Bitch we kickin' down they doors
Eeny-meeny-miney-moe
Catch a opp and let it blow

Uh
Catch a opp and let it blow
Catch a opp and let it blow
Yeah, yeah, yeah

New car, new bitch, put some diamonds on my wrist
Countin' racks, that's 10 times 6
Niggas they not live like this
Sippin' lean that came wit' wock
Put some diamonds on the clock
Stretch my money to the top
Bitch I do this shit a lot

New car, new bitch, put some diamonds on my wrist
Countin' racks, that's 10 times 6
Niggas they not live like this
Sippin' lean that came wit' wock
Put some diamonds on the clock
Stretch my money to the top
Bitch I do this shit a lot
Solo, I'on need no feat
Boy I'll kill you on a beat
Boy I'll kill you in the streets
Put your face up on a tee
Fuck that bitch, mane she a hoe
She gon' need me money though
She cannot get any dough
Beggin' me while on the floor
Put some money in my safe
Nigga ain't nobody safe
Know we put them guns to face
We like, "Who gon' die today?"

We like, "Who gon' die today?"
Yeah, yeah