FEEL LIKE C MURDER

[Intro]

KTS the scene

We murking everything

[Verse 1]

Brr, brr

Real Virginia boy, sliding with the burner (Brr)

Too tru'd up, feel like C Murder (C Murder)

Real Virginia boy, in a foreign with a burner (4 with a burner)

Real VA boy, in a 4x4 lifted (VA, lifted)

I don't really care, I ain't even tryna kick it (Kick it)

Real hood widow, I got shooters next to me (Brr, brr, beep)

Real hood widow, I got shooters next to me, uhh (Beep, brr)

In the warzone, tryna get up off my... (Brr)

Cradle by no mud, tryna get up off my feet

Yeah, I lift trucks, sliding on Forgis when we creep

I'm in creep mode, all black like the streets

When I pop out, know I gotta move discreet

When I pop out, two Glocks next to me (Ooh, brr)

Brr, uhh, leggo

Real VA boy, I got mud on my shoes (Brr)

Choppah on me, like them boys out the boot (Boot)

Feel like C Murder 'cause all I know is tru (Like C)

Salem witchcraft, how I pull up in the coupé (Ooh)

Lil wife next to me in the cut, ready to shoot (Brr)

Ratchet on me, dead rackies on me

Busting straight out the scene, but it really don't mean nothing

400 Dagreez, hot, finna burn something

Throwing 4s in the air, let 'em know them birds coming

[Outro]

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