Yungeen Ace — Murda Talk

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That murder walk right there
Woah, woah, woah, this that murder talk
Woah, woah, woah, this that murder talk
Hold on, wait, this that murder walk
Ooh, this that murder talk

Ridin’ ’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
I’m hot boy, hot boy, top boy of my top killers, yeah
Hop out, run down, stand over, we straight to killin’, yeah (We straight to killin’, yeah)
Fuck a neighborhood hero, all my niggas villains, yeah (My niggas villains)
I got a bad bitch named Glocky, she got extensions, yeah
Them demons inside me, they beggin’ to come up out me (Ooh)
My nigga so ruthless, on sight, he’ll catch a body (Boom)
I cut my main nigga off ’cause he wasn’t slidin’ behind me
They killed my brothers and they shot me, you know how I feel about it (Know how I feel)
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, nigga, I’m just playin’ dumb
This shoot chopper bullets, but this is a handgun
I was done off in that ho when I had my threesome (On gang)
That bitch gave me head, but I couldn’t even cum, watch me ru

I’m a lover and a fighter, plus a killer, yeah (Plus a killer, yeah)
Strictly ’bout violence when we serve up in your section, yeah
We kept them back ends, them choppers clappin’, them killers dangerous
That trap jumpin’, them fiends is fiendin’, them phones ringin’
See, I’m a lover and a fighter, plus a killer, yeah (Plus a killer, yeah)
Strictly ’bout violence when we serve up in your section, yeah
We kept them back ends, them choppers clappin’, them killers dangerous
That trap jumpin’, them fiends is fiendin’, them phones ringin’ (Phones ringin’)

Woah, woah, woah, this that murder talk (Murder talk)
Woah, woah, woah, this that murder talk (It’s that murder talk)
Hold on, wait, hold on, wait, this that murder walk (Murder walk)
Hold on, wait, this that murder walk

Every killer that I roll with, them niggas dangerous (Uh)
Shoot a nigga close range, don’t need to aim it (Don’t need to aim it)
Body bags, toe tags, I leave ’em brainless (Yeah)
It ain’t nothin’ I ain’t did in the streets, bet you can’t name it (Uh-uh)
ATK and we spin they block, we send out plenty shots
Rude boy, 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 2Pa

I’m a lover and a fighter, plus a killer, yeah (Plus a killer, yeah)
Strictly ’bout violence when we serve up in your section, yeah
We kept them back ends, them choppers clappin’, them killers dangerous
That trap jumpin’, them fiends is fiendin’, them phones ringin’
See, I’m a lover and a fighter, plus a killer, yeah (Plus a killer, yeah)
Strictly ’bout violence when we serve up in your section, yeah
We kept them back ends, them choppers clappin’, them killers dangerous
That trap jumpin’, them fiends is fiendin’, them phones ringin’ (Phones ringin’)

That murder talk
Woah, woah, woah, this that murder talk
Oh, this that murder talk
Hold on, wait, hold on, wait, this that murder walk, bang