NLE Choppa | Murda Talk (Lyrics)

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Murda Talk
NLE Choppa

NLE Choppa - Murda Talk (Lyrics)

(It wasn’t all nice like this,
Me and my bro,
We was just seeking vengeance,
For the nigga that just fucked of, off my cus’,
But, if you fuck with us,
We do anythin’, to get to you!
Murda Talk!)
(Brrrt!)
(Damn! BenMarc shot this too?)
(Think we found you, pow!)

A hunnid shottas, two oppas, I bet this glock I pop ’em,
A hunnid shottas, two oppas, I bet this glock I pop ’em,
A hunnid shottas, two oppas, I bet this glock I pop ’em,

 

Aye! 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 slipping,
Got the clip, and knocked him out his shoes,
Momma’s cryin’, niggas dying,
Pussy, that’s what shottas do!

Creep on yo block,
Real slow, tint, on my window,
Mask on, gloves on,
You know the clip extendo,
Aye! Don’t look down that window,
Open up that 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 hoe, gave me throat,
Why she was shaking ass?
My pops said,
“Don’t give him that glock, ’cause you know he gon’ fuckin crash,”
If a nigga catch me in a jam, you know I let it ride,
My life or yours, pussy nigga!
I’m gon, let me decide!
We shoot first, we dont shoot back,
So you niggas, better duck and hide,

 

I got the drac, in trench coat,
Send shots, up through the window,
I got the glock, a gen’ four,
We pop his top, and then we go,
Trafficking birds, like Nino,
We live him lost, like Nemo,
All black attire, emo,
Short time to live, like chemo,
If the number’s right, your nigga kill you, call it bingo,
You better watch, your lingo,
My niggas slide, for Gino,

 

I need to slow down, on them thirties,
‘Cause I keep on, throwing up,
I threw back two of them bitches,
So it gave me, bubble guts,
Aye! 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’,
They like, “Damn! You left the clip empty?”
Yeah! I left that clip empty!
Yeah! I’m killa, so some come tempt me,
Memphis shooters, like the grizzlies,

 

Shoot his baby momma,
In his chest,
Damn! Near knocked her’s titty,
I’m off a couple fucking percocets,
I feel my body lifted,
Why the fuck, that boy, he got a vest?
We pop his top, and dip it,
Drive by, in a Honda Civic,
So they know, lil’ Choppa did it,
Hop out, boys on the blocc,
Niggas ran, like they seen the Narcs
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 dont fantasize, them bodies in my mind,
And I cant stop!

 

Uh! Nigga, know I keep a glock!
Yeah! Niggah! Fuck!
And we gon’ bat nigga, fuck nigga!
Brrt! Nigga, fuck niggah, burst nigga!
Brrt! And then we burst triggers, fuck niggaz!
(Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt!)

 

Info | Music

NLE Choppa – Murda Talk (Official Music Video)
Directed By: BenMarc
Aug 6, 2020 | YouTube Release

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