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Murda C.Y Jayy Ft. G5 Bree

ig: @lilmabu

Lyrics:

[Intro:]
Uh free the guys 
Grrrrrttt
Boom! 

[Chorus:]
(Grrrttt)
I feel like the king of the world 
The way I got off in the mix (Bah bah bah)
Gotta keep makin’ these hits
Gotta get groupies all of of my — (Skkkt Boom) Treeshaaa
Put a blue face on a Plain Jane 
But I ain’t no crip
Peep the fit, 
And you want the smoke, 
Then pull up on the fifth 
Tinted the windows they blacked out 
Said I was broke, so I’m whipping the racks out
Lil boy tryna fight, but he tapped out
Hang with the drillers, they spinnin’ it back ‘round
He want a feature, I taxed
Say you got money, you stuck in a trap 
I had to drop a bag on a timepiece
Can I put my watch on demon time? 

[Verse1:]
Outside it’s a movie, but no I ain’t strapped wit a toolie (Bah)
I-I walk around with a limp,
Stuffin’ the racks, (Bah, Grrrtttt) 
They up in my blue jeans (Dior, Dior)
Yeah
When I’m rockin’ my fit 
And shawty she be on, be on 
Me 
She wanted a flick (Bah, Bah, Bah)
We posted up in some flyers 
Chasin’ these bands like we running from tigers
Little boy said I ain’t fire (Grrett)
But I got the game in a grip like some pliers 

[Chorus:]
(Grrrttt)
I feel like the king of the world 
The way I got off in the mix (Bah bah bah)
Gotta keep makin’ these hits
Gotta get groupies all of of my — (Skkkt Boom) Treeshaaa
Put a blue face on a Plain Jane 
But I ain’t no crip
Peep the fit, 
And you want the smoke, 
Then pull up on the fifth 
Tinted the windows they blacked out 
Said I was broke, so I’m whipping the racks out
Lil boy tryna fight, but he tapped out
Hang with the drillers, they spinnin’ it back ‘round
He want a feature, I taxed
Say you got money, you stuck in a trap 
I had to drop a bag on a time piece
(I had to drop a bag on a time piece)

[Post Chorus:]
(Grrrttt)
I feel like the king of the world 
The way I got off in the mix (Bah bah bah)
Gotta keep makin’ these hits
Gotta get groupies all of of my — (Skkkt Boom) Treeshaaa
Put a blue face on a Plain Jane 
But I ain’t no crip
Peep the fit, 
And you want the smoke, 
Then pull up on the fifth 
(Grrrtttt, Boom!)

King Of The World

KING OF THE WORLD

Wrote in 2016 in prison
Recorded 2018
Who Really Started Drill Rap?

Puttin in work Loni Dee Ft G5 Bree

Deaf 2 Society

Lyrics -

[Verse 1: Lil Mabu:] 
I could never snitch
That’s on my kids
I put a choppa on a blade
Put a blade on a switch
I keep my right hand spinning
Like my last name Smith
I-I-I-I don’t miss
I’m making money while I piss
Like

[Verse 2: Dusty Locane]

Double M bitch we the fever (Fever)
Dead off the muddy, go pour up a liter
Bag on his head, he a Peter (Peter)
Glock-19 and I'm naming it Tina (Tina)
One-sixty on the dash, ain’t checking the meter (The meter)
You better not miss, that switch leave him with amnesia (Ergh)

[Verse 3: Lil Mabu]
I got a plug from the P, free Snow, damn, thе cops got him
Cock one, make the block run, opps duck
Got the drop on somе funds, man, I'm finna cop some (Cop what?)
I'm finna cop that icey piece from Lyana (Grrah)

[Verse 4: Dusty Locane]
I got to keep it thorough, I ain't one of them
Y'all niggas dick ride, go get back for the nigga you call your friend
Cut that fake shit, all pretend
If I miss, I spin again
Spin again, spin again, and I might just hit his— (Shh)

[Chorus: Lil Mabu]
I could never snitch (Gang, gang, gang)
That's on my kids (Yeah)
I put a choppa on the blade, he put a blade on a switch
I keep my right hand spinnin' like my last name Smith (My last name Smith)
I don't miss, I'm making money while I piss, like

[Verse 5: Lil Mabu & Dusty Locane]
Hop out the Scat', where my shooters at? Guess they running late
All my opps probably smoking rocks so I got time to waste
Picked up my pace, 'cause I saw a shop ten feet down the block
Ain’t got a lock, so I walk into it, then I saw the boss
And he like, "Hi, how's your day?" I said, "I'm doing great"
Then I upped it at his face and I said, "Open up that case"
I took a chain, and a pendant too, depending on my mood
I need to run, but the front is shut, I only got one tool (Get out my way)
Then I saw twelve, Dusty rang my bell
He said, "What's the move?" (What's the move?)
I said, "I'm doomed"
'Cause the cops just said that if I move, they shoot
Said, "You a fool.”
(If you got the jewels then I'll be there at 2)
Now I'm pacing, and my heart is racing, don't know what to do
I'm acting cool, drippy like a pool, waiting for the goons
Then I seen 05 let off two, we starting racing with the loot 

[Bridge: Lil Mabu]
(Don't run, don't trip, gah)
(Don't run, don't trip, gah, gah)
Gang, gang, gang
(Grr, we started, grrah)
Gang, gang, gang

[Chorus: Lil Mabu & Dusty Locane]
I could never snitch (Gang, gang, gang)
That's on my kids (Yeah)
I put a choppa on the blade, he put a blade on a switch
I keep my right hand spinnin' like my last name Smith (My last name Smith)
I don't miss, I'm making money while I piss, like

[Verse 6: Dusty Locane & Lil Mabu]
How many niggas you know is ready to spin when it's time for the drama?
I'm letting off every son up in this clip, I put that shit on my momma
The homies told me, "Chill out," back on his head so he dying proper
We might've mixed it up with fentanyl, somebody go call him a doctor
Ayo Double M’s what’s the word
First nigga run up, get hit with that— 

(Mabu)
And you know I ain’t missing that 
Got a beam on my head with a fitted mask 

Pussy niggas be all for the chitta chat
I'ma run down on boy, knock his fitted cap (Yo pass that)

Cane say no to the poll, so now I'm gon' beat him down with a bat
I put an opp in a wheelchair, give me like an hour, I'm leaving him flat (Hahahaha)

I got a custom boot with your face on it—
Now he off the map (Ergh)

NO SNITCHING (with Dusty Locane)

IN THE UK

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(Gra)
(Gra)
(Mabu!)
(Gang gang gang)
(Ha!)
(Gra)
(Gra)
(Gang gang gang)

[Verse 1]
I just need to snap my fingers and they gettin’ treeshy *snaps*
I call your bitch a wide receiver
She get open easy (Bow, bow, bow)
She love fallin’ on my staff,
I’m gettin’ Shakespeazy
Bitch don’t call me just to chat
Thats my pet peavy
(Bitch)
Stop that shit (Haha)
I could really teach you how to get rich 
(Get rich)
If your body like an hour glass
I’ll make some time sis (Hah, curvy ahh)
But if I run, you run, that’s it
I need a wicked witch
(Oh yea)

[Pre-Chorus]
I need a wicked witch on some wicked shit
I need a wicked witch wit’ some locked lips
I need a choppa to my blade
Blade to my switch
Who gon’ light the block up when my man’s hit
Listen up, like

[Chorus]
I need a wicked witch who gon’ get wicked for me
I need a wicked witch who gon’ get wicked fa me (Wicked fa me)
I need a wicked witch who gon’ get wicked fa me, hah (Gra, bow bow)
Need a wicked witch who gon’ get wicked fa me (Wicked fa me)

[Verse 2:]
Yea but I don’t want a bitch who gon’ throw ass when I throw cash (Treesha)
I might test you
Drop a couple ones, see if you pass
That shit a bad investment
Rather put my money in the trash
‘Cause I just need to make a sound
I don’t gotta ask *snaps*

[Refrain:]
I just need to snap my fingers and they gettin’ treeshy
I call your bitch a wide receiver she get open easy
She love fallin’ on my staff I’m gettin’ Shakespeazy (Shakespeare)
Bitch don’t call me just to chat
Thats my pet peavy
(Bitch)
(That’s my pet peave)
Stop that shit (Hah)
I could really teach you how to get rich (Let’s get rich)
If your body like an hour glass I’ll make some time sis (Haha)
But if I run, you run, that’t it
I need a wicked witch
One, two, three, let’s go!
(Oh yea)

[Pre-Chorus:]
I need a wicked witch on some wicked shit, wicked shit (Where they at?)
I need a wicked witch wit some locked lips (Where they at?)
I need a choppa to my blade
Blade to my switch (braaa)
Who gon’ light the block up when my mans hit (Bow bow bow)

I need a wicked witch on some wicked shit 
(Buh, buh, buh)
I need a wicked witch wit some locked lips
(Bow, bow, bow)
I need a choppa to my blade
Blade to my switch 
Who gon’ light the block up when my mans hit (Grrttttt)
Hah, listen up like-

[Chorus:]
I need a wicked witch who gon’ get wicked for me
I need a wicked witch who gon’ get wicked fa me (Wicked fa me)
I need a wicked witch who gon’ get wicked fa me (Need a wicked witch)
Need a wicked witch who gon’ get wicked fa me
(Wicked for me)
(Hahaha)

Take my headphones off
Mabu a goat...

NO SNITCHING (with Dusty Locane)

Lil Mabu

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