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murder - nle choppa lyrics

[intro: nle choppa]
y’all n-ggas done woke me up
oh, i’m talkin’ redrum
turn me up mic, turn me up
i’m talkin’ redrum
ay, i’m talkin’ redrum

[verse 1: nle choppa]
ay, i just flooded my necks on my chain, [?]
rollie on me but it do not tick
i ain’t got time to spend with no b-tch
stay on my grind, i’m tryna get rich
down for the k!ll, might catch me a body
my n-gga like marty, he keep him a [?]
remember them days i was broke, i was bummin’
i got on my -ss, i had to get something
i hopped out my phillies and hopped in my bag
i’m baitin’ my gang and i’m throwin’ my flag
you diss on my gang and his toe have a tag
i run in your house and i’m hittin’ your stash
he say he want smoke, we bringin’ that pressure
them bullets hit, turn his shirt to ketchup
all gas, yeah we can’t let ’em
keep my body on the dressure
d-mn son, where’d you find this?

[chorus: nle choppa, youngboy never broke again]
i’m talkin’ redrum, i’m talkin’ murder
them bullets hurt ya, flip you like a burger
or like a mattress, my n-gga you can have it
i’m all about the smoke, like a f-cking crack addict
ain’t no cappin’ me, n-gga all i know is murder (murder)
i come straight off them streets, and i know that gang you heard of (heard of)
n-ggas say they want beef, you know we gon’ pull up straight up in they circle (grr, prr)
pull up, we lettin’ off shots (yeah)

[verse 2: youngboy never broke again]
got into it on the corner, same night got hit up
blowin’ up montana phone, he ain’t never pick up
dump p-ssin’ by through the north, for the pick-up
drownin’ wit’ a glock, everybody gettin’ shook up
in jail, at the table, i was fixin’ me a hook up
police in my face every time that i look up
b-tch left, i ain’t really trippin’ on that, f-ck her
nutted in her face last time that i f-cked her
left jail no time, money i done ran up
every real n-gga f-ck wit’ me gon’ stand up
i was on the ground, real quick i done came up
changed up on me, n-gga, i could never blame them
n-gga ever play real quick, i’ma shame him
say he want fight, baby joe gon’ zip him
run up on me try me jack, n-gga i’ma flip him
gotta k!ll a n-gga since that boy play wit’ [?] ‘nem (woah)
i put that on my children real quick, i’ll take a f-ck n-gga soul (soul)
gone off them pills, percocet, molly, x, everyday i roll (roll)
you know it ain’t a joke, if he say he want smoke, i’ma hit him wit’ the pole (boom, pow, pow, boom)
back then you ain’t know wit’ them false allegations, now you know
wet they block, i don’t know ’bout you (know about you)
three n-ggas, four straps in the coupe (in the coupe)
get out the car, walk down when you shoot
shot one, q said, “it was two”
f-ck that, hit the other block, too
told her stop front the house, but they stopped at the corner
e went to hit and when he came out the roof
another body dropped, ‘nother mamma cry
check this, where i’m from that sh-t happened everyday
i was fifteen, me and bun sellin’ yay
youngest n-gga in the trap, so i’m strapped if you play
won’t hesitate, up and aim it at ya face (face)
i’m out that north, n-gga knowin’ i’ma spray
ain’t up in my gang, then you knowin’ you can’t hang
me and kd in a benz ridin’ down 38
every time i’m in the city, man i’m runnin’ to that thang
ben strapped wit’ a glizzy and i’m strapped wit’ a k
every n-gga wit’ me wit’ it, i know they gon’ bang
but you dyin’ on scene if you reach for my chain (reach for my chain)
yeah, you know we slangin’ nine ’bout that
north side, landlord, i ain’t playin’ ’bout that (’bout that)
nba be my gang, b-tch i stand on that (i stand)
real diamonds on my neck, spent them bands on that
b-tch n-gga call my phone, i don’t never call back
call 3three, he’ll tell them n-ggas i don’t want chat
in the studio wit’ shade, in the studio wit’ strangers
on the grind everyday, i been chasin’ that sack
real 38 baby, i’m from ‘cross the track
you could keep yo’ lil money, i don’t wanna do no track
one million views, i’m restarting today
you could think that i’m slippin’, i keep me a strap (b-tch)

[chorus: youngboy never broke again]
ain’t no cappin’ me, n-gga all i know is murder
i come straight off them streets, and i know that gang you heard of (gang you heard of)
n-ggas say they want beef, you know we gon’ pull up straight up in they circle (straight up in they circle)
pull up, we lettin’ off shots, there’s gonna be a murder (ayy)

- nle choppa lyrics

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