Murder Talk

I said, fuck a nigga two times, and fuck with that bitch B-Rap
Start pullin' homicides, make mommas cry, front row, in front that rear
Niggas be actin' weird, be the same niggas that wanna hang with us
But I don't wanna bang with us, but I'll turn a bitch to some angel dust

Better take a nuts, this 4-5, or a bunch of guts
These niggas wanna get me started, I'm wild out with this party
Better thank twice for you playin' with me, lace ass up like a pair of cleats
Yeah, turn this bitch to a track meet, turn your ass to an athlete

Get off that ground, bitch, don't act mean
Bitch, bitch, bitch, we with that murder talkin', I can't take you serious
Please don't piss me off, you better off playin' with your treasure
You niggas ain't no big dog, who the fuck you think you is

I can get you picked off, shoot one for him, but ain't no fear
It cost a bag to talk, cause I went and got veneers
Get your ass knocked off, I'll drop the bag, they spin like wheels
We spinnin' back to back until my head catch a kid

We tryna catch a head and pop a nigga like a pill
Nigga know I'm bout mine, nigga know I'ma swing five
Oh Lord, long live Don, we got them bosses in the sky
Oh Lord, what the fuck I look like goin' back and forth with a rack on the internet

Before I go back and forth with a bitch, nigga, I'll get you straight, I'll get you wack
My young hoppin' out a stolo, pull a homicide
I blow a bag, I flip a pack, I get it back every time
Fuck that, I'll remember times, nigga, one give me a dime

Nah, fuck that, bust back when you see them bullets get to flyin
I ain't work by shit, nigga, miss me with that murder talk
Niggas get to trip me, knock them down just like bowling balls
I know these niggas envy me, but these bitches, they gon' pop me off

I'm sad with your chest, I know you mad that I switched it off
Bitch, miss me with that murder talk and I can't take you serious
Please don't piss me off, you better off playin' with your children
Niggas ain't no big doubt who the fuck you think you is

I can get you picked off, shoot one fumble, ain't no fear
It cost a bag to talk, cause I went and got veneers
Get your ass knocked off, I drop a bag, they spin like wheels
We spinnin' back to back until my head catch a kill

We tryna catch a head and pop a nigga like a pill



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