Murder Talk, Pt. 3 lyrics

[Intro:]
(Bands on these n*ggas heads) ayy
Bum, these n*ggas dead
Bum, bum, ayy, ayy, go
Bow bow, ayy, go
n*gga uh, uh
Go, gang, go, go, Spin
Brrr, Tornado Kid, n*gga
Choppa Town, n*gga, Tornado Kid spinning

[Verse]
Check it, I got bands on these n*gga's heads
I be glad when all these n*ggas dead
Stupid n*gga crashed and tried to blame the opps, what kinda sh*t is that?
Stupid n*gga ducked and ran into a shot, that draco split his head
Sprayed my sh*t and tried to pop my top, but they ain't hit it yet
A b*tch, I'm not one
A switch, I got one
He think I'm loafin 'cause he don't see me with my pistol, my b*tch got one
I spray this b*tch, (grrrahhh) lets go to war, I bet I drop some
I remember that one summer, them n*ggas kept dyin', it was a hot summer
Somebody prayin' for this jit, I rarely miss when I be opp huntin'
Them n*ggas talkin' all that sh*t in the studio, but never shot nothin'
I never ever dropped a album by myself, but they know I drop some'
These opp n*ggas only droppin' videos and Kshordy pop-lockin'
Oh sh*t, I jump out this b*tch and watch me score, I don't need no assist
I'm tryna' walk down, shoot from one centimeter away, b*tch, that's just how close I get
This n*gga stumbled, trip, fell smack on the floor, started all that rollin' sh*t
And he went stiff like he paralyzed, that's how I know he hit
(Bow, bow) Choppa in the car, what the f*ck is in the trunk?
It's been this long, he ain't shot nobody, what the f*ck you got that gun for?
On them pills, out my body, b*tch 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 sh*t, call me Tornado Kid the plumber, yeah
Bust his homie head, that n*gga died right in front of him
And that n*gga who survived a dead man, we just ain't runnin' to him
We press sh*t, stretch sh*t, n*gga check the score
We don't care who you killed, pus*y n*gga, kill some more
f*ck all them old drills you did, pus*y n*gga, drill some more
Choppa like a baby bottle, I'm tryna' hit 'em head to toe (Go)
Oh sh*t, I jump out this b*tch and watch me score, I don't need no assist
You done had that gun too damn long for it not be blowin' sh*t
My old gun hotter than sun, this b*tch scorchin'
It wasn't me, that was the old twin, he ran up and he torched him
[Outro]
I jump out this b*tch 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 sh*t?
Press Gang, ask them pus*y n*ggas who I (dum, dum)