MURDRR TALK lyrics

[Intro]
It's death to them
And I mean all disrespect, you get me?—tch
f*ck you been talkin' about? Every f*cking week
(f*ck 'em up, Krash)
And I act like I don't love the hate but I do, you get me? (f*cking with myself, trust, f*cking di*khead)
Sharpen that knife ting, you get me?
Real sharp, yeah-yeah, draw me out, innit, anyone?
f*ck it, draw me out, I don't care—tch
di*khead, f*ckin' di*khead

[Chorus]
And I love my brothers but I hate these n*ggas (Chyeah)
If I was God, I would take these n*ggas
I'm lookin' around, who made these n*ggas?
Got the top cut, I'm 'bout to shave these n*ggas
Trust, nobody can save these n*ggas
Dry clean them, I'm 'bout to stain these n*ggas
All I left was the pic', I framed these n*ggas
World-famous, I still can't name these n*ggas

[Verse]
And I love my brothers but I hate these n*ggas (Chyeah)
I got blood in my hands like a sick head (Chyeah)
Runnin' 'round late night like a bishead
Who I sound like now? You di*kheads
Who I sound like now? You di*kheads
This rap sh*t just ain't for me, I wish that somebody warned me
And I just can't be like Stormzy, it's too late, no one can save me
I just can't be AJ Tracey, on the stage, I'm covered in Paisley
On the stage, I'm covered in blood (Chyeah)
Anything I do, they callin' me Thug
Anything I do, they callin' me Carti
Just call me Giggs, I'm talkin' the hardest
Brand new stick, I'm walkin' the hardest
Brand new stick, I walk with the army (Chyeah, chyeah)
Got a brand new stick, I walk with the army
(Got a brand new sti—, chyeah)
I bet you didn't know I was ready for war
Bet you didn't know I was ready for war
Can't sleep unless I pour up a four
Everyone dead, how I settled the score (Chyeah)
[Chorus]
And I love my brothers but I hate these n*ggas
If I was God, I would take these n*ggas (Chyeah)
I'm lookin' around, who made these n*ggas? (Huh?)
Got the top cut, I'm 'bout to shave these n*ggas (di*kheads)
Trust, nobody can save these n*ggas (Hey)
Dry clean them, I'm 'bout to stain these n*ggas (b*tch)
All I left was the pic', I framed these n*ggas
World-famous, I still can't name these n*ggas (Chyeah)

[Outro]
No drugs, fam
That's what was slowin' me down, I was smokin' weed
Thinkin' I was cool with you n*ggas, fam, I'm not
I'm not, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not
I was smokin' weed and f*cking think-thinkin' everything was cool and I was cool and I liked it but I don't, I don't
I'm f*ckin' lying to myself, I don't
I'm on my ting, on my own
di*khead