

Prompt / Lyrics
(Intro – Spoken)(Female edgy raspy voice) Yeah... Young Money... This that "she don't cry, she cut" type love And she bled in ink... Ugh... --- (Hook ) Murda mo Murda, yeah, she needed it Heart got cold, now she bleedin’ it Said “I ain’t write poems, I wrote eulogies” She kept receipts like she keep jewelry Murda mo Murda, body count therapy Turned heartbreak into first-degree felony A cold killa, stone soul Testified — wrote it all in bold "Yeah, it was Murda that I wrote" Ugh --- (Verse 1 ) She was raised on sweet tea and trauma Bible on the dresser, blade in her pajamas Southern belle, hell in a sundress Blue eyes cryin’, red stains on the gun press Used to pray for peace — now she pray they run Used to cry at night — now she aim for fun Had a diary, traded that for a Glock Now she got bars without punchin’ a clock Abused and amused by pain Now she laugh when it rains Say “God ain’t listenin’, so I talk to the flame” Her favorite color? Blood on her name --- (Hook – with ad-libs) Murda mo Murda (uh-huh) I need it like Carter needs syrup (sip) Murda mo Murda, Murda Yeah, she the author of murder Cold killa (brrr) Ice vein thriller She stood up in court like, “Judge, let me finish” “It was Murda that I wrote” And she ain’t need no ghost --- (Verse 2 – Metaphor Madness) She used to be sweet, now she venom in a sundae Used to read Psalms, now she load up on gunplay Daddy’s lil angel turned trigger-happy Pistol in the purse, attitude real scrappy She don’t fall in love, she make ‘em fall for real Romanticize revenge like a Netflix reel Gave her heart once, now it’s up for rent Only rings she want come with fingerprints Middle finger to heaven, devil in her text log Said if hell’s home, she gon’ decorate the guest log She ain’t cry no more, she got pride on E Now she cold-blooded — like she bleed I.C.E. --- (Bridge ) She ain’t tryna be no bride She was born to be the lesson they deny If love was a weapon, hers backfired Now her heart beat with barbed wire... --- (Final Hook – Intensified) Murda mo Murda, said it calm and composed Judge asked why — she just rose and froze Said “Pain write better when it’s real in the chest” “And Murda’s the only way I forget the rest” Cold killa, stone script She testified like it was her gift She said, “Let the jury quote...” "It was Murda that I wrote" Ugh Outro – Laugh + Spoken Heh... She don’t need no pen pal, she need bail She don’t need no man, she need revenge Young Money… and she spendin’ it in hell.
Tags
Female raspy edgy voice, Kick: Deep 808s slow pulse,Snare/Clap: Tight, snappy,Hi-Hats: 1/32 rolls, sliding subs 65bpm
3:32
No
7/6/2025