[Lyric] I Murder Shit (Lil Jay)

[Pre-Hook]
Every track I get on, man, I murder shit
My niggas in that field—Yeah, we doing hits
Fucking off his ass, he ain't with the shits
Word around town, Lil Jay, yeah, I murder shit

[Hook]
I murder shit, I murder shit
I swear to God, I murder shit
This beat, yeah, I'ma murder it
Lil Jay, yeah, I murder shit
I murder shit, I murder shit
Sweat to God, I murder shit
Lil Jay, yeah, I murder shit

[Verse 1]
Since I was a shorty, I always kept that .25, no Robert Horry
I been getting money since niggas was doing the 40's
I get it off, but fame and the glory
That's when I was a shorty
Now I'm older, I'm stunting
Smoking dope, getting blunted
Yeah, my trap doing numbers
Work moving like Sonny
If it ain't about that money, that shit is irrelevant
You know I'm 'bout that bag, my pockets fatter than a elephant
Lil Jay up next, everybody who I'm better than
And I don't fuck with pussy niggas
You can say I'm celibate
Thinking you gon' catch me lacking, that shit so Odee
Free Lil B from EBT and R.I.P. to Dashi
You know how I'm rocking
I'm arrogant and I'm cocky
Flexing with that bag, what you got in them pockets?
Kill you now or later, that's my decision
30 shots like Scottie Pippin, I shoot with good precision (L's)
[Pre-Hook]
Every track I get on, man, I murder shit
My niggas in that field—Yeah, we doing hits
Fucking off his ass, he ain't with the shits
Word around town, Lil Jay, yeah, I murder shit

[Hook]
I murder shit, I murder shit
I swear to God, I murder shit
This beat, yeah, I'ma murder it
Lil Jay, yeah, I murder shit
I murder shit, I murder shit
Sweat to God, I murder shit
Lil Jay, yeah, I murder shit

[Verse 2]
Cooling on the plane, that's some OTG shit
I'm die Wic and I'm die Brick, that's some OT streets shit
I don't play no games, I am no Nintendo
Nino on my side and yeah know that bitch a nympho
Bitch, I'm TBG, so my whole life in 3D
Sending shots to opps sneak dissing on me
In my hood, bro died, shit'll never be the same
First, it's boom, boom, boom
Then the street shit entertain
For them boys sleeping on me, gave his ass a pillow case
Put his ass on 60 Seconds, no nigga listen case
Saying, "Fuck Tooka Gang" you must be out of your mind
OMG, I'm on my grind
30 shots up in that nine
You know I got that ratchet, 30 in a True jacket
Come through and I'm clapping, leave you flat just like a matress
Money on mind, I gotta get my money long
Gotta stay smoking on that strong
Got more hoes than Trey Songz (Swag, swag)
[Pre-Hook]
Every track I get on, man, I murder shit
My niggas in that field—Yeah, we doing hits
Fucking off his ass, he ain't with the shits
Word around town, Lil Jay, yeah, I murder shit

[Hook]
I murder shit, I murder shit
I swear to God, I murder shit
This beat, yeah, I'ma murder it
Lil Jay, yeah, I murder shit
I murder shit, I murder shit
Sweat to God, I murder shit
Lil Jay, yeah, I murder shit