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MURDAAA
14
Hip-Hop/Rap
MURDAAA was released on September 5, 2025 by Plague By Terror as a part of the album S2K - Single
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Release DateSeptember 5, 2025
LabelPlague By Terror
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM160

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
718 terror
718 terror
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
718 terror
718 terror
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Prod. 400
Prod. 400
Producer

Lyrics

Run up in ya spot I dont knock I dont speak
Bodies on that ice and the blood on my teeth
I pop ya lil homie up blood up on my heat
I pop ya lil homie up blood up on my heat
Say my name, like "Yeah there come he"
Glock .45 my seat
Fuck ya vest aim at teeth
All gas no e got ya bitch on her knees
Said all gas no e got ya bitch on her knees
Ay
Ay
Ay
Wit ya bitch like "Where she at?"
Murda hoodie stones attached
Mask on black, load the mac
Red dot wit that beam attached
Pack in that moncleezy
Model bitch, say she need me
Bring her friend
Shit too easy
Tell her bring her friend
Shit too easy
Racks in the wall, don't keep no bands in the bank
He standing tall, headshot I watch him sink
Watch his homie fall, got blood all on the mink
Watch his homie fall, got blood all on the mink
Dont give a fuck
Bout what you think
Drop that name
Pour out the drink
Wit ya bitch
Up on the sink
Gwag gwag im in a tank
Ya bitch a freak
Thought she a saint
Whole hood loud
Robbin a bank
Crunch time crunch time
Im in the paint
Crunch time crunch time
Im in the paint
Still in the trap
Burner on lap
Bad bitch bad bitch
Flip that pack
Chrome on the wrist
Poles in the back
Think she love me cuz my racks
Ay
Glock on the waist
Move wit a strap
Serve the fiend in the ally
Wit a nose full of crack
Gang on the way
Get sent to the back
7.62 I bang wit the strap
Know that you a bitch
You get hit just for talking
Drum like one two
You get hit just for barking
Black on black whip
We all get to sparking
Drum like one two
You get hit just for barking
Run up in ya spot I dont knock I dont speak
Bodies on that ice and the blood on my teeth
I pop ya lil homie up blood up on my heat
I pop ya lil homie up blood up on my heat
Say my name, like "Yeah there come he"
Glock .45 my seat
Fuck ya vest aim at teeth
All gas no e got ya bitch on her knees
Said all gas no e got ya bitch on her knees
Ay
Ay
Ay
Drum on the drac
Make sure that he fold
Beam to his head
Got red on the walls
You a lil rat
I heard that you told
He in the dirt
Cant pray for his soul
Stick in the trunk
Mac in the rari
Stick too loud
Wake up the party
Snow on the table
Serve to a barbie
Scope on the stick
Just like a safari
Written by: 718 terror
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