POPWAY by Murdaaa1 Lyrics
[Chorus: Murdaaa1]
I admit you killed my homie
Hitta's looking all like 'who want it'
Gotta leave a nigga momma lonely
Hit yo block tonight, just spin again in the morning
Took one of mine,now I want yo whole army
You killed my homie
Hitta's looking all like 'who want it'
Gotta leave a nigga momma lonely
Hit yo block tonight just spin again in the morning
Took one of mine, now I want yo whole army
Verse 1: Murdaaa1
Yeah
In the name of Pop, may he rest in peace
I would speak on some other shit, but imma keep it street
They took my dawg from da' hood
Made us shed a tear
You can run but yo can't hide, unless you disappear
Keep on thinkin' that ain't safe, cuz the block hot
Remember ridin' round wit Pop, wit them hot Glocks
I'd rather carry an extra clip, going opp shot
[?] may know a pussy nigga, we can't stop now
Free my nigga Gunther
He should let my thug go on home
Thinking up a master plan, ain't tryna thug long
And you gon see who really love ya', when ya dead and gone
But it' gon be a hard kill cuz I keep a chrome
[Chorus: Murdaaa1]
I admit you killed my homie
Hitta's looking all like 'who want it'
Gotta leave a nigga momma lonely
Hit yo block tonight, just spin again in the morning
Took one of mine,now I want yo whole army
You killed my homie
Hitta's looking all like 'who want it'
Gotta leave a nigga momma lonely
Hit yo block tonight just spin again in the morning
Took one of mine, now I want yo whole army
[Verse 2: BookaBoo]
Nigga's die
But this time it was one of my niggas
Man it's sad, at the same time I just was one of dem' feelings
Can't even call you no moe'
Just left wit da memories
Long night's chillin on Mixon, josin' bad off dat henny
Ain't gon' speak on retaliation, but issa must
Over a hunnit shots and the handgun's
We keep it clutch
4 Clip's in da K, yea that's that Pop way
4-5 came wit a dick, shootin' baby grenades
Frontline
How you take a frontline shoota
We want all the smoke like a hookah
Real-Life soldier never thought that we would lose ya'
Swear I [?] tryna come and step on Booka
[Chorus: Murdaaa1]
I admit you killed my homie
Hitta's looking all like 'who want it'
Gotta leave a nigga momma lonely
Hit yo block tonight, just spin again in the morning
Took one of mine,now I want yo whole army
You killed my homie
Hitta's looking all like 'who want it'
Gotta leave a nigga momma lonely
Hit yo block tonight just spin again in the morning
Took one of mine, now I want yo whole army
I admit you killed my homie
Hitta's looking all like 'who want it'
Gotta leave a nigga momma lonely
Hit yo block tonight, just spin again in the morning
Took one of mine,now I want yo whole army
You killed my homie
Hitta's looking all like 'who want it'
Gotta leave a nigga momma lonely
Hit yo block tonight just spin again in the morning
Took one of mine, now I want yo whole army
Verse 1: Murdaaa1
Yeah
In the name of Pop, may he rest in peace
I would speak on some other shit, but imma keep it street
They took my dawg from da' hood
Made us shed a tear
You can run but yo can't hide, unless you disappear
Keep on thinkin' that ain't safe, cuz the block hot
Remember ridin' round wit Pop, wit them hot Glocks
I'd rather carry an extra clip, going opp shot
[?] may know a pussy nigga, we can't stop now
Free my nigga Gunther
He should let my thug go on home
Thinking up a master plan, ain't tryna thug long
And you gon see who really love ya', when ya dead and gone
But it' gon be a hard kill cuz I keep a chrome
[Chorus: Murdaaa1]
I admit you killed my homie
Hitta's looking all like 'who want it'
Gotta leave a nigga momma lonely
Hit yo block tonight, just spin again in the morning
Took one of mine,now I want yo whole army
You killed my homie
Hitta's looking all like 'who want it'
Gotta leave a nigga momma lonely
Hit yo block tonight just spin again in the morning
Took one of mine, now I want yo whole army
[Verse 2: BookaBoo]
Nigga's die
But this time it was one of my niggas
Man it's sad, at the same time I just was one of dem' feelings
Can't even call you no moe'
Just left wit da memories
Long night's chillin on Mixon, josin' bad off dat henny
Ain't gon' speak on retaliation, but issa must
Over a hunnit shots and the handgun's
We keep it clutch
4 Clip's in da K, yea that's that Pop way
4-5 came wit a dick, shootin' baby grenades
Frontline
How you take a frontline shoota
We want all the smoke like a hookah
Real-Life soldier never thought that we would lose ya'
Swear I [?] tryna come and step on Booka
[Chorus: Murdaaa1]
I admit you killed my homie
Hitta's looking all like 'who want it'
Gotta leave a nigga momma lonely
Hit yo block tonight, just spin again in the morning
Took one of mine,now I want yo whole army
You killed my homie
Hitta's looking all like 'who want it'
Gotta leave a nigga momma lonely
Hit yo block tonight just spin again in the morning
Took one of mine, now I want yo whole army