Murda Talk

Aye, it's that murder talk

It's that murder walk right there

Ouuh, it's that murder talk

Ouuh, it's that murder talk

Oh wait, that's that murder walk

Ouuh, this that murder talk

Run 'round the city with that Draco (with that Draco)

Opps lookin' for me,

Where they at though? (Like where they at, though?)

My killers move in silence, strike when I say so (bang)

Dead body on the corner, that's a case closed

Hot boy, hot boy, top boy, my top killers, yeah

Hop out, run-down, stand over, we straight to killin, yeah

Fuck your neighborhood hero, my niggas villains, yeah

I got a bad bitch named Glocky, she got extensions, yeah

Them demons inside me, they beggin' to come up out me (ouuh)

My nigga so ruthless, on sight he'll catch a body (boom)

I cut my main nigga off 'cause he wasn't slidin' behind it

They killed my brothers and they shot me

You know how I feel about it

Them pussy bitches, they gon' pay for what they did (they gon' pay)

Brand new AR, I came to split a nigga wig (pow)

Blood in my eyes and I'm screamin' redrum (redrum)

Fuck nigga, I know who shot me, bitch I'm just playin' dumb (bitch)

Fuck nigga, I know who shot me, bitch I'm just playin' dumb

This a choppa bullets, but this a handgun

I was done off in that ho when I had my threesome (okay)

That bitch gave me head, but I couldn't even cum

Watch me run

I'm a lover and a fighter, plus a killer, yeah (plus a killer, yeah)

Strictly about violence, when we serve up in ya section, yeah

We kept'em back ends, them choppas clappin, them killers

Dangerous

Them traps jumpin' them fiends fiendin, them phone's rangin'

See I'm a lover and a fighter, plus a killer, yeah

We kept 'em back ends, them choppas clappin, them killers

Dangerous

That trap jumpin' them fiends fiendin, them phone's rangin

Woah, that's that murder talk (murder talk)

Woah, it's that murder talk (it's that murder talk)

Hold on, wait, hold on, wait, it's that murder walk (murder walk)

Hold on, wait, it's that murder walk

Every killer that I rode with, them niggas dangerous

Shoot a nigga close range, don't need to aim it (don't need to aim it)

Black bags, toe tags, I leave 'em brainless (yeah)

Ain't nothin' I ain't did in these streets, bet you can name it

I'm ATK, we spin they block, we'll send out plenty shots

Rudeboy, Don Dada, he got two Glocks

He's a mad man, you don't know who finna drop

He's a bad man, thug life, he feel like 2Pac

I'm a lover and a fighter, plus a killer, yeah (plus a killer, yeah)

Strictly about violence, when we serve up in ya section, yeah

We kept 'em back ends, them choppas clappin', them killers dangerous

Them traps jumpin' them fiends fiendin', them phone's rangin'

See I'm a lover and a fighter, plus a killer, yeah

We kept 'em back ends, them choppas clappin', them killers dangerous

That trap jumpin' them fiends fiendin', them phone's rangin'

That murder talk, ouuh, it's that murder talk

Ouuh, it's that murder talk

Hold on, wait, hold on, wait, it's that murder walk (bang)