“Murder Talk”

[Intro]
Gee I think we got one
Six the don
[?]

[Verse 1: NASG Chaz]
Whole block get shut down
Out of state out of touch now
Shit I could've made the NFL cause I up the score when I touch down
Got a call from a lil n*gga say them lil n*ggas acting tuff now
Told his ass "I'll be home soon, bet I make them calm the fuck down"
Choppa kickin' at the opposition
Tryna knock a n*gga whole buss down
What the fuck?
Bro this bitch jammed
Awe shit I think we fucked now
Nah fuck that gotta buss back
Put up tuff acting get buss down
And it's us back
Got enough crack
By his nut sack
To go uptown

[Verse 2: Six]
N*ggas actin like they want it now
If he try run imma gun him down
Back in the day was "choppa style"
We bring them choppa's out and catch a hunnit round
On instagram they some fuckin clowns
N*ggas know that we run the town
Acting like they infront the store when we spin the block they not even round
Like Fah
Knock his face mask off
I told you we get the last laugh ya'll
Pullin up in all the fast cars
Walkin shit down like we can't crawl
Like who the fuck stamped ya'll
You bluffin ass n*ggas just act hard
Now its your mans fault
Cause we be them n*ggas you can't guard

[Verse 3: NASG Chaz]
You know a young n*gga certified
You can ask around and *BOP BOP BOP*
Spin that bitch in a ready rental
Had to tell these n*ggas i am NOT that
[?] Pressure get applied
N*ggas run and hide
I go out of town
N*ggas come outside
Imma play the ghost
They'll never know
When a n*gga close
Fuck a nigga mind

[Chorus: NASG Chaz}
I won't post when I touch down
But you gon know when I touch down
It's gon be alot of hearts broke
Lot of sad post when i touch down
I won't post when I touch down
But you gon know when I touch down
It's gon be alot of hearts broke
Lot of sad post when i touch down

{Verse 3: Six}
If he rockin with six he bangin C out
All the way down to the land
Told D-Nice let me hold that drum
Go dumb
That bitch straight out of the band
N*ggas say that he gon rob me whenever he see me
I hope that the n*gga was playing
Cause
You know that i stay with a blicky I gotta keep it with me like fuck what you sayin
You know imma [?]
When i got the tool
You better play cool
That bitch in my hand
Bitch you better move
When you hear that boom
Pull up in that vroom
And i get the sprayin
They like "aw shit they did it again. Why the fuck they keep on spinnin the bend"
I gotta let these boys know I ain't playin
[?]
Put that on rell and a nigga imma spam
I got some shootas who shoot on demand
One snap of a finger can get you a tan
I make a car i can put it in motion
Run through the front
Leave the backdoor open
He try run ain't no question
I'll smoke him
I had to let the bitch know I ain't jokin

[Outro]
This that murder talk yea
This that Murder Talk yea
When we finna curve n*gga
You better get off there
This that murder talk yea
This that Murder Talk yea
When we finna curve n*gga
You better get off there
DUMMY