NLE Choppa – Murda Talk Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics Murda Talk – NLE Choppa

A hunnid shottas, two oppas
I bet these Glock I pop ’em..③

Ayy, I think lil’ homie scared, fool, he say, I’m ready, fool
So I gave him that lil’ dirty tool, he say he finish dude
Say he caught him slippin’
Got the clip and knocked him out his shoes
Mommas cryin’, n**gas dyin’, p**sy, that’s what shottas do

Creep on your block, real slow, ten on my window
Mask on, gloves on, you know that clip extendo
And don’t let down the window, open up the door and chase his ass
Put two up in his back and then I walk ’em down and face his ass
Said he want some smoke, well, you know I had to lace his ass
Opposition’s h*e gave me throat as she was shakin’ ass

My pops said, don’t give him that Glock
‘Cause you know he gon’ f**kin’ cry
If a n**ga catch me in a jam, you know I let it ride
It’s my life or your, p**sy n**ga, I’m gon’ let me decide
We shoot first, we don’t shoot back
So you n**gas better duck and hide
I got the Drac’ in trench coats
Send shots up through the window
I got a Glock, a .. four , we pop his top and then we go
Traffickin’ birds like Nino , we leave him lost like Nemo
All-black attire, emo, short time to live like chemo
If the number’s right, your n**ga kill you , call it bingo
You better watch your lingo, my n**gas slide for G-note

I need to slow down on them thirties
‘Cause I’m keep throwin’ up
I threw back two of them b**ches
So it gave me bubble guts
Ayy, I got my pistol with me
Got the semi with me, ridin’ in the hemi
I was thuggin’ hard in juvenile
I had the rules bendin’
He like, Damn, you left that clip empty
Yeah, I left that clip empty

Yeah, I’m killer so come tempt me
Memphis shooter like the Grizzlies
Shoot his baby mama in his chest
Damn near knocked the titty
I’m off a couple f**kin’ Percocets
I feel my body lifted
Why the f**k that boy, he got a vest
We pop his top and dip it
Driνe-by in a Honda Civic
So they know lil’ Choppa did it
Hop out, boys on the block
N**gas ran like they seen the knock

Hit him in his thigh
Hit him in his back
Make him drop
Oh, he still alive
Let me finish that
Pop his top
I don’t fantasize
Them bodies in my mind
And I can’t stop, uh

N**ga know I keep a Glock, yeah
N**ga , f**k, how we gon’ buck, n**ga, f**k, n**ga
Brrt , n**ga, f**k n**ga , bust, n**ga, brrt
You know we bust triggers , f**k, n**ga…

➤ Written by Stonii, Bobby -Keyz- Reese, Javar Rockamore, Caleb McLean & NLE Choppa
Album: Top Shotta
Produced by Stonii, Bobby -Keyz- Reese, Javar Rockamore & Caleb McLean
NLE Choppa | 2020

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