Murda Talk (Explicit) - NLE Choppa

Lyrics by：Bryson Potts/Caleb McLean/Javar Rockamore/Robert Reese/Ron Montgomery/Theodore Thomas

Th-th-th-think we found a loophole

A hunnid shottas two oppas I bet these Glock I pop 'em

I bet I do

A hunnid shottas two oppas I bet these Glock I pop 'em

I bet I do

A hunnid shottas two oppas I bet these Glock I pop 'em

Ayy I think lil' homie scared fool he say I'm ready fool

Ready fool

So I gave him that lil' dirty tool he say he finish dude

He got the Glock n***a

Say he caught him slippin' got the clip and knocked him out his shoes

Grrt sayin'

Mama's cryin' n***as dyin' p***y that's what shottas do

Ayy shottas

Creep on your block real slow

Slow

Tint on my window

Window

Mask on gloves on

Gloves hey

You know the clip extendo

Extendo

Don't let down the window

Ayy

Open up the door and chase his a*s

The f**k you doin'

Put two up in his back and then I walk 'em down and face his a*s

Grrt grrt grrt

Said he wants some smoke

Yeah

Well you know I had to lace his a*s

Yeah yeah

Opposition ho gave me throat while she was shakin' a*s

What What Yeah

My pops said don't give him that Glock 'cause you know he gon' f**kin' cry

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

If a n***a catch me in a jam you know I let it ride

Skrrt grrt

It's my life or yours p***y n***a I'm gon' let me decide

We shoot first we don't shoot back

Nope

So you n***as better duck and hide

Grrt grrt

I got the Drac' in trench coats

Ayy

Send shots up through the window

Ayy

I got a Glock a Gen4

Ayy

We pop his top and then we go

Ayy ayy ayy

Traffickin' birds like Nino

Ayy

We leave him lost like Nemo

Ayy

All-black attire emo

Ayy

Short time to live like chemo

Ayy ayy ayy

If the number's right your n***a kill you

Ooh

Call it bingo

I bet he did it

You better watch your lingo

Brrt

My n***as slide for Gino

I need to slow down on them thirties

Hey

'Cause I'm keep throwin' up

I'm throwin' up

I threw back two of them b***hes

Bah

So it gave me bubble guts

Ayy

I got my pistol with me

Ayy

Got the semi with me

Brrt

Ridin' in the hemi

Yeah yeah

I was thuggin' hard in juvenile

Ayy

I had the rules bendin'

Ayy ayy ayy

They like d**n you left the clip empty

What

Yeah I left that clip empty

Stupid

Yeah I'm killer so come tempt me

Duh

Memphis shooter like the Grizzlies

Go

Shoot his baby mama in his chest

Grrt grrt

D**n near knocked the titty

Uh

I'm off a couple f**kin' Percocets

Ooh

I feel my body lifted

Ayy

Why the f**k that boy he got a vest

Ayy

We pop his top and dip it

Ayy

Drive-by in a Honda Civic so they know lil' Choppa did it

Ayy brrt

Hop out boys on the block

Get up

N***as ran like they seen the Narcs

Brrt yeah ah yeah

Hit him in his thigh

Boom

Hit him in his back make him drop

Oh he still alive let me finish that pop his top

What

I don't fantasize them bodies in my mind

Huh huh

And I can't stop

Huh huh

Uh n***a know I keep a Glock yeah

Huh huh ayy

N***a

Ayy

F**k how we gon' buck n***a f**k n***a

Ayy

Brrt

Ayy

N***a f**k n***a

We takin' trees

Bust n***a brrt

Ayy

You know we bust triggers

Ayy

F**k n***a

Brrt brrt brrt brrt brrt brrt brrt brrt