Lyrics: Jordan Holt-May/Christopher N’quay Rosser/Frederick D. Hall/Donald Bernard Jenkins/Korey Roberson/Howard M. Simmons
Cook that sh!t up, Quay
Uh huh
Lil Murda in this b!tch, I'm ballin'
Yeah, yeah
M-I-Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter-I-Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter-I-Hump Back, Hump Back-I
Mississippi Pride, Pride
M-I-Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter-I-Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter-I-Hump Back, Hump Back-I
Mississippi Pride, Pride
Country boy, home bread
Raised off corn bread
Started off with short paper
Now I'm having long bread
Dice game, shooting craps
Lose it all and make it back
Take it straight to the Pynk
'Bout to blow a couple racks
I send the pack out
And I bring the racks in
Walking in through the backdoor
You know I'm bringing my straps in
Go and get me a lap dance
Booty sound like she clap hands
'Cuz we right by the boot
Better know that we tapped in
M-I-Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter-I-Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter-I-Hump Back, Hump Back-I
Mississippi Pride, Pride
M-I-Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter-I-Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter-I-Hump Back, Hump Back-I
Mississippi Pride, Pride
Gotta keep one on me
Don't get your wig split
They don't want no smoke
Ain't talking no cigarette
Put it all on line
Went and got me a bigger check
Herringbone chain stacked up
Imma need me a bigger neck
What you see on the internet (yeah)
My n!ggas be into that
See Impalas and Caddies pulling up
Whenever I feel a threat
We don't do too much talkin'
Just a lot of gangsta walkin'
You come to my city, play it safe
You end up leaving in a coffin
M-I-Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter-I-Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter-I-Hump Back, Hump Back-I
Mississippi Pride, Pride
M-I-Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter-I-Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter-I-Hump Back, Hump Back-I
Mississippi Pride, Pride
It's Murda