Murder Talk

Hook
He talkin about guns, but where is the artillery
Send bullets at your door like packs in delivery
I’m plugged in just like a fuckin auxiliary
All of my niggas yea we get busy
Spin a block, you niggas getting dizzy
They hate on my benefit cause they not getting it
I gotta glizzy wit 30 shots in this bitch
Talkin so gangsta till he got shot in his shit

Ouuu, he caught another one
Damn we spin back again get his brother one
Spin back one more time and give his mother some
Spin another block with another gun
I got that shit that make niggas run
Sweet and sour like a fucking gummy worm
These niggas be sweeter than a fucking honeybun
Pull up on him wit that motherfuckin tommy gun

Verse
Look at my future it’s covered in gold
Grew up on Triune Mill Road
All my niggas we on go
I’m from the 4 we do not fold
You do not live by the code I heard you ratted boy u told
Everytime you see me I’m throwin up 4s
All of my niggas pull up with dracos

That nigga saw me then he froze
From the valley of Upson where anything goes
Make her tap out like a chokehold
Slime him and they mama I’m wiping they nose
I’m full got to much on my plate
I was eating that shrimp that lobster and steak
Slide on yo cousins and aunties with drac’s
Super slimey bitch I’m snake

Don’t talk to me if yo ass not gettin cake
That 30 be shaking shit like a earthquake
Don’t talk to me nigga you so hella fake
My niggas murder shit yea we murder shit
Talk about yo music I never heard of it
U talking about a beat bitch I will murder it
Loud got me movin slow just like a turtle bitch
Famous Zeke the waitress cause I am serving shit

If you know me F.A.M.O.U.S Z.E.K.E. “Zeke”
Choppa sing a lullaby sing a nigga to sleep
Slide up on yo block and then we creep
What that say on his t shirt goddamn it say R.I.P
Want smoke it’s free
Come get at me

Hook
He talkin about guns, but where is the artillery
Send bullets at your door like packs in delivery
I’m plugged in just like a fuckin auxiliary
All of my niggas yea we get busy
Spin a block, you niggas getting dizzy
They hate on my benefit cause they not getting it
I gotta glizzy wit 30 shots in this bitch
Talkin so gangsta till he got shot in his shit

Ouuu, he caught another one
Damn we spin back again get his brother one
Spin back one more time and give his mother some
Spin another block with another gun
I got that shit that make niggas run
Sweet and sour like a fucking gummy worm
These niggas be sweeter than a fucking honeybun
Pull up on him wit that motherfuckin tommy gun