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)
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