Murder Talk Pt. 3

(Bands on these niggas heads) ayy Bum, these niggas dead Bum, bum, ayy, ayy, go Bow bow, ayy, go Nigga uh, uh Go, gang, go, go, Spin Brrr, Tornado Kid, nigga Choppa Town, nigga, Tornado Kid spinning Check it, I got bands on these niggas heads I be glad when all these niggas dead Stupid nigga crashed and tried to blame the opps What kinda shit is that? Stupid nigga ducked and ran into a shot That draco split his head Sprayed my shit and tried to pop my top But they ain't hit it yet A bitch, I'm not one A switch, I got one He think I'm loafin 'cause he don't see me with my pistol My bitch got one I spray this bitch, (grrrahhh) Lets go to war, I bet I drop some I remember that one summer Them niggas kept dyin', it was a hot summer Somebody prayin' for this jit I rarely miss when I be opp huntin' Them niggas talkin' all that shit in the studio But never shot nothin' I never ever dropped a album by myself But they know I drop some' These opp niggas only droppin' videos And Kshordy pop-lockin' Oh shit, I jump out this bitch and watch me score I don't need no assist I'm tryna' walk down, shoot from one centimeter away Bitch, that's just how close I get This nigga stumbled, trip, fell smack on the floor Started all that rollin' shit And he went stiff like he paralyzed That's how I know he hit (Bow, bow) Choppa in the car, what the fuck is in the trunk? It's been this long, he ain't shot nobody What the fuck you got that gun for? On them pills, out my body, bitch I'm bussin' They think I'm drunk, drunk On them pills, still slidin' I fell asleep in the back of the stunna', yeah Big smoke, Obama runts They don't like me, I stay on some shit Call me Tornado Kid the plumber, yeah Bust his homie head, that nigga died right in front of him And that nigga who survived a dead man We just ain't runnin' to him We press shit, stretch shit, nigga check the score We don't care who you killed, pussy nigga, kill some more Fuck all them old drills you did, pussy nigga, drill some more Choppa like a baby bottle, I'm tryna' hit 'em head to toe (Go) Oh shit, I jump out this bitch and watch me score I don't need no assist You done had that gun too damn long for it not be blowin' shit My old gun hotter than sun, this bitch scorchin' It wasn't me, that was the old twin, he ran up and he torched him I jump out this bitch and watch me score, I don't need no assist (Fah, fah) hit him in his head, now it's over with You done had that gun too damn long, why you ain't blow shit? Press Gang, ask them pussy niggas who I (dum, dum)