Yungeen Ace - Murda Talk Lyrics

Ayy, this that murda talk
That murda walk, watch out

Whoa, whoa, whoa, this that murda talk
Whoa, whoa, whoa, this that murda talk
Hold on, wait
That's that murda walk
Oh, that's that murda talk

Ridin' 'round the city with that Draco (with that Draco)
Opps looking 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 killas, yeah
Hop out, run down, stand over
We strictly killin', yeah (we strictly killin', yeah)
Fuck ya neighborhood hero's, 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 (whoa)
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 (yeah)
Brand new AR I came to split a niggas wig
Blood in my eyes and I'm screaming, "Redrum" (Redrum)
Fuck nigga I know who shot me, bitch, I'm just playing dumb (bitch)
Fuck nigga I know who shot me, nigga, I'm just playing dumb
This a choppa bullets but this was a hand gun
I was done off in that O, when I had my threesome (on gang)
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 them backends, them choppas clappin', them killers dangerous
That trap jumpin', them fiends fienin', them phones rangin'
See 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 them backends, them choppas clappin', them killers dangerous
That trap jumpin', them fiends fienin', them phones rangin'

Whoa, whoa, whoa, this that murda talk (murda talk)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, this that murda talk (that murda talk)
Hold on wait, hold on wait
That's that murda walk (murda walk)
Hold on wait
That's that murda 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
It's ain't nothin' I ain't did in these skreets, bitch, you can name it
ATK will spin they block will 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 Tupac

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 (skrrt)
We kept them backends, them choppas clappin', them killers dangerous
That trap jumpin', them fiends fienin', them phones rangin'
See 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 them backends, them choppas clappin', them killers dangerous
That trap jumpin', them fiends fienin', them phones rangin'

This that murda talk
Whoa, whoa, whoa, this that murda talk
Whoa, whoa, whoa, this that murda talk
Hold on wait, hold on wait
That's that murda walk (bang)