Roddy Ricch - murda one lyrics
[Intro] (Woah, Kenny) [Chorus: Roddy Ricch] Murder one, murder one I think I invented this sh*t from the hood, but they call me phenomenal one I was in Miami, took her out to Tootsie's, put some dick 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 sh*t like a soldier 'cause she know I got the cash Brand new designer, gotta pull off thе tag Hoppin' out the private, gotta pull off the bag [Verse 1: Roddy Ricch] I'm thе sh*t, huh Live this lifestyle, I get paid to talk my sh*t This ain't entertainment, ni**a, 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, fu*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 [Chorus: Roddy Ricch & Fivio Foreign] Murder one, murder one I think I invented this sh*t from the hood, but they call me phenomenal one I was in Miami, took her out to Tootsie's, put some dick 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 sh*t like a soldier 'cause she know I got the cash (Uh, uh) Brand new designer, gotta pull off the tag Hoppin' out the private, gotta pull off the bag [Verse 2: Fivio Foreign] Murders (Murders) I keep a shooter at my service (Baow) I don't like beefin' with Gerbers He probably tell, he makin' me nervous (Uh) I don't wanna meet in the middle (Nah) Huh, let's keep it official (Yeah) You tryna get lit off of me Go and mention my name in your song 'cause you need me to diss you Stop runnin' 'cause I need 'em to hit you Ain't give me nothin' when I needed a nickel You ni**as could die for not keepin' it with you If I ain't call you, then I needed the mission (Baow) This sh*t is bussin' (This sh*t is bussin') This sh*t a bustdown, look (This sh*t a bustdown, look) If he catch a body then make it home safe and then throw it away, it's a touchdown, uh (Baow) [Chorus: Roddy Ricch] Murder one, murder one I think I invented this sh*t from the hood, but they call me phenomenal one I was in Miami, took her out to Tootsie's, put some dick 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 sh*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