letra de murder talk - famous zeke
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 f-ckin auxiliary
all of my n-ggas yea we get busy
spin a block, you n-ggas getting dizzy
they hate on my benefit cause they not getting it
i gotta glizzy wit 30 shots in this b-tch
talkin so gangsta till he got shot in his sh-t
ouuu, he caught another one
d-mn 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 sh-t that make n-ggas run
sweet and sour like a f-cking gummy worm
these n-ggas be sweeter than a f-cking honeybun
pull up on him wit that motherf-ckin tommy gun
verse
look at my future it’s covered in gold
grew up on triune mill road
all my n-ggas 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 n-ggas pull up with dracos
that n-gga 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 b-tch i’m snake
don’t talk to me if yo ass not gettin cake
that 30 be shaking sh-t like a earthquake
don’t talk to me n-gga you so h-lla fake
my n-ggas murder sh-t yea we murder sh-t
talk about yo music i never heard of it
u talking about a beat b-tch i will murder it
loud got me movin slow just like a turtle b-tch
famous zeke the waitress cause i am serving sh-t
if you know me f.a.m.o.u.s z.e.k.e. “zeke”
choppa sing a lullaby sing a n-gga to sleep
slide up on yo block and then we creep
what that say on his t shirt godd-mn 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 f-ckin auxiliary
all of my n-ggas yea we get busy
spin a block, you n-ggas getting dizzy
they hate on my benefit cause they not getting it
i gotta glizzy wit 30 shots in this b-tch
talkin so gangsta till he got shot in his sh-t
ouuu, he caught another one
d-mn 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 sh-t that make n-ggas run
sweet and sour like a f-cking gummy worm
these n-ggas be sweeter than a f-cking honeybun
pull up on him wit that motherf-ckin tommy gun
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