Lyrics murda one – Roddy Ricch feat. Fivio Foreign

Murder one, murder one
I think I invented this s**t from the hood
But they call me phenomenal one
I was in Miami, took her out to Tootsie’s
Put some deeck on her tongue
Oh lord, this ’cause she know
That I’m the one, one, one
Murder one, murder one
So I put a body kit on a Rover
She ain’t even gotta ask
She wanna shoot the s**t like a soldier
‘Cause she know I got the cash
Brand new designer, gotta pull off the tag
Hoppin’ out the private, gotta pull off the bagI’m the s**t, huh
Live this lifestyle, I get paid to talk my s**t
This ain’t entertainment, n**ga, we got the sticks
What set is you claim ’cause the opps got hit, huh
Dr. Miami, come now, I gotta go get the strap, new tits
I spent a quarter mil’ last year, rollin’ the big dawg appeal, huh
And the plug gave me a bad baby, had to play Dr. Phil, huh
Rushin’ a hundred yards, f**k a quarter back
I gotta get me a mil’
And you hate ’cause you knowin’ I’m better
Water wet, should’ve wore an umbrella
Murder one, murder one
I think I invented this s**t from the hood
But they call me phenomenal one
I was in Miami, took her out to Tootsie’s
Put some deeck on her tongue
Oh lord, this ’cause she know
That I’m the one, one, one
Murder one, murder one
So I put a body kit on a Rover
She ain’t even gotta ask
She wanna shoot the s**t like a soldier
‘Cause she know I got the cash
Brand new designer, gotta pull off the tag
Hoppin’ out the private, gotta pull off the bag
Murders
I keep a shooter at my service
I don’t like beefin’ with Gerbers
He probably tell, he makin’ me nervous
I don’t wanna meet in the middle
Huh, let’s keep it official
You tryna get lit off of me
Go and mention my name in your song
‘Cause you need me to diss youStop runnin’ ’cause I need ’em to hit you
Ain’t give me nothin’ when I needed a nickel
You n**gas could die for not keepin’ it with you
If I ain’t call you, then I needed the mission
This s**t is bussin’
This s**t a bustdown, look
If he catch a body then make it home safe
And then throw it away, it’s a touchdown, uh
Murder one, murder one
I think I invented this s**t from the hood
But they call me phenomenal one
I was in Miami, took her out to Tootsie’s
Put some deeck on her tongue
Oh lord, this ’cause she know
That I’m the one, one, one
Murder one, murder one
So I put a body kit on a Rover
She ain’t even gotta ask
She wanna shoot the s**t like a soldier
‘Cause she know I got the cash
Brand new designer, gotta pull off the tag
Hoppin’ out the private, gotta pull off the bag…
➤ Written by Roddy Ricch, Kenny Beats, Nils, Fivio Foreign
Album: LIVE LIFE FAST
Produced by Nils & Kenny Beats
Roddy Ricch | Fivio Foreign | 2021