CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Steel (MMKK)
Uh, murder murder, kill kill
Murder murder, kill kill
Murder murder, kill kill (Uh, uh)
(F**k about that deal, I rap 'bout killin' 'cause I still will)
Uh, uh
Murder murder, kill kill (Baow, baow)
Kill kill (And I got the Yayo)
Baow
Uh, murder murder, kill kill (Baow, baow)
F**k about that deal, I rap 'bout killin' 'cause I still will (Still'll kill)
Uh-huh, still handle business though, still plottin' on 'em Ms still (Racks)
My lil' Virginia ho like f**kin' on 'em X pills (X pills)
F**k n***a play with 4, he must be poppin' pressed pills (F**k)
I'm smokin' shh, he pressure (Gas)
I make a ho listen, Alexa (Thot, thot)
Yeah, b*t*h know I won't even text her (Ha)
Uh, n***a get stretched when we catch him (Come herе)
No yap, we'll paint a opp white tee, ketchup (Gang)
This a SRT, thеy can't catch us (Vrrt)
I been one us, f**k is you made us? (Thot)
I dog the ho, won't call the ho
You prolly hit her and stalked the ho (On God)
You prolly hit her and scarred the ho (Fool)
Say she ain't never been in this car before (Uh-uh)
Uh-huh, she give her all to 4 (Come on)
I can pick a b*t*h like eeny, miny, moe (Yeah)
If it's up, n***a, f**k is you typin' for? (Yeah, yeah)
We the ones puffin' up all the smoke (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I stuff dead oppps in my Backwood, blunt so fat, sh*t look like a sage (Gas)
Every n***a with me strapped on stage (Fire, fire)
Might f**k up my kidneys, sip too much Qua' (Drank)
B*t*h n***a play, he gon' dig his grave (B*t*h)
I ain't even gon' play, I got too much paper (On God)
Too many guns and too much BAPE
If I want, I can put this sh*t on every day (Put this sh*t on every day)
Uh, murder murder, kill kill (Kill)
F**k about that deal, I rap 'bout killin' 'cause I still will (Still'll kill)
Uh-huh, still handle business though, still plottin' on 'em Ms still (Racks)
My lil' Virginia ho (X) like f**kin' on 'em X pills (X, X)
F**k n***a play with 4, he must be poppin' pressed pills (Pressed pills)
Must be poppin' pressed pills
Must be sippin' fake drank (Uh-huh), n***a, it'll get real (F**k)
I still walk 'round with that steel steel (Fire), b*t*h, I'm a big pit (Blatt)
All my opps know I'm a big deal (Blatt), no cap (Blatt), we poppin' real seals
I need them racks to appear, catch a opp, get him right outta here (Come on)
She eat the meat, it be hard to steer (Uh-huh), I won't go if I can't bring my rod in there (I won't go if I can't bring my fire in there)
We got more straps than the born here, I get 'em touched with a call, that's it (Uh-huh)
Hang out the car, then hit (Boom, boom, boom, boom), prolly tryna find out what car he is (On God)
Uh, murder murder, kill kill (Murder murder)
F**k about that deal (Murder murder), I rap 'bout killin' 'cause I still will (Still will)
Uh-huh, still handle business though, still plottin' on 'em Ms still (Still plottin' a hundred M)
My lil' Virginia ho like f**kin' on 'em X pills (Like, "Wanna f**k on 'em X pills?")
F**k n***a play with 4, he must be poppin' pressed pills
He must be poppin' pressed pills
Must be sippin' fake drank, n***a, it'll get real
I still walk 'round with that steel steel
Murder murder, murder murder, kill kill
(And I got the Yayo)
Murder murder, kill kill
Murder murder, kill kill (Uh, uh)
(F**k about that deal, I rap 'bout killin' 'cause I still will)
Uh, uh
Murder murder, kill kill (Baow, baow)
Kill kill (And I got the Yayo)
Baow
Uh, murder murder, kill kill (Baow, baow)
F**k about that deal, I rap 'bout killin' 'cause I still will (Still'll kill)
Uh-huh, still handle business though, still plottin' on 'em Ms still (Racks)
My lil' Virginia ho like f**kin' on 'em X pills (X pills)
F**k n***a play with 4, he must be poppin' pressed pills (F**k)
I'm smokin' shh, he pressure (Gas)
I make a ho listen, Alexa (Thot, thot)
Yeah, b*t*h know I won't even text her (Ha)
Uh, n***a get stretched when we catch him (Come herе)
No yap, we'll paint a opp white tee, ketchup (Gang)
This a SRT, thеy can't catch us (Vrrt)
I been one us, f**k is you made us? (Thot)
I dog the ho, won't call the ho
You prolly hit her and stalked the ho (On God)
You prolly hit her and scarred the ho (Fool)
Say she ain't never been in this car before (Uh-uh)
Uh-huh, she give her all to 4 (Come on)
I can pick a b*t*h like eeny, miny, moe (Yeah)
If it's up, n***a, f**k is you typin' for? (Yeah, yeah)
We the ones puffin' up all the smoke (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I stuff dead oppps in my Backwood, blunt so fat, sh*t look like a sage (Gas)
Every n***a with me strapped on stage (Fire, fire)
Might f**k up my kidneys, sip too much Qua' (Drank)
B*t*h n***a play, he gon' dig his grave (B*t*h)
I ain't even gon' play, I got too much paper (On God)
Too many guns and too much BAPE
If I want, I can put this sh*t on every day (Put this sh*t on every day)
Uh, murder murder, kill kill (Kill)
F**k about that deal, I rap 'bout killin' 'cause I still will (Still'll kill)
Uh-huh, still handle business though, still plottin' on 'em Ms still (Racks)
My lil' Virginia ho (X) like f**kin' on 'em X pills (X, X)
F**k n***a play with 4, he must be poppin' pressed pills (Pressed pills)
Must be poppin' pressed pills
Must be sippin' fake drank (Uh-huh), n***a, it'll get real (F**k)
I still walk 'round with that steel steel (Fire), b*t*h, I'm a big pit (Blatt)
All my opps know I'm a big deal (Blatt), no cap (Blatt), we poppin' real seals
I need them racks to appear, catch a opp, get him right outta here (Come on)
She eat the meat, it be hard to steer (Uh-huh), I won't go if I can't bring my rod in there (I won't go if I can't bring my fire in there)
We got more straps than the born here, I get 'em touched with a call, that's it (Uh-huh)
Hang out the car, then hit (Boom, boom, boom, boom), prolly tryna find out what car he is (On God)
Uh, murder murder, kill kill (Murder murder)
F**k about that deal (Murder murder), I rap 'bout killin' 'cause I still will (Still will)
Uh-huh, still handle business though, still plottin' on 'em Ms still (Still plottin' a hundred M)
My lil' Virginia ho like f**kin' on 'em X pills (Like, "Wanna f**k on 'em X pills?")
F**k n***a play with 4, he must be poppin' pressed pills
He must be poppin' pressed pills
Must be sippin' fake drank, n***a, it'll get real
I still walk 'round with that steel steel
Murder murder, murder murder, kill kill
(And I got the Yayo)
