Murda Talk
NLE Choppa Lyrics


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(Think we found a loophole)
A hunnid shottas, two oppas, I bet these Glock I pop 'em (I bet I do)
A hunnid shottas, two oppas, I bet these Glock I pop 'em (I bet I do)
A hunnid shottas, two oppas, I bet these Glock I pop 'em

Ayy, I think lil' homie scared, fool
He say, "I'm ready, fool" (ready, fool)
So I gave him that lil' dirty tool
He say he finished dude (he got the Glock, nigga)
Say he caught him slippin'
Got the clip and knocked him out his shoes (grrt, sayin')
Mommas cryin', niggas dyin'
Pussy, that's what shottas do, (ayy, shottas)
Creep on your block, real slow (slow)
Tint on my window (window)
Mask on, gloves on (gloves, hey)
You know that clip extendo (extendo)
And don't let down that window (ayy)
Open up that door and chase his ass (the fuck you doin'?)
Put two up in his back
And then I walk 'em down and face his ass (grrt, grrt, grrt)
Said he want some smoke (yeah)
Well, you know I had to lace his ass (yeah, yeah)
Opposition's hoe gave me throat
While she was shakin' ass (what? What? Yeah)
My pops said, "Don't give him that Glock
'Cause you know he gon' fuckin' cry" (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If a nigga catch me in a jam
You know I let it ride (skrrt, grrt)
It's my life or yours, pussy nigga
I'm gon' let me decide
We shoot first, we don't shoot back (nope)
So you niggas better duck and hide (grrt, grrt)
I got the Drac' in trench coats (ayy)
Send shots up through the window (ayy)
I got the Glock, a gen four (ayy)
We pop his top and then we go (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Traffickin' birds like Nino (ayy)
We leave him lost like Nemo (ayy)
All-black attire, emo (ayy)
Short time to live like chemo (ayy, ayy, ayy)
If the number's right, your nigga kill you (Ooh)
Call it bingo (I bet he did it)
You better watch your lingo (brrt)
My niggas slide for G-note (brrt, I made him do it)
I need to slow down on them thirties (hey)
'Cause I'm keep throwin' up (I'm throwin' up)
I threw back two of them bitches (bah)
So it gave me bubble guts
Ayy, I got my pistol with me (ayy)
Got the semi with me (brrt)
Ridin' in the hemi (yeah, yeah)
I was thuggin' hard in juvenile (ayy)
I had the rules bendin' (ayy, ayy, ayy)
He like, "damn, you left that clip empty? (What?)
Yeah, I left that clip empty (stupid)
Yeah, I'm killer, so come tempt me (duh)
Memphis shooters like the Grizzlies (go)
Shoot his baby mama in his chest (grrt, grrt)
Damn near knocked the titty (uh)
I'm off a couple fuckin' Percocets (ooh)
I feel my body lifted (ayy)
Why the fuck that boy, he got a vest? (Ayy)
We pop his top and dip it (ayy)
Drive-by in a Honda Civic
So they know lil' Choppa did it (ayy, brrt)
Hop out, boys on the block (get up)
Niggas ran like they seen the narcs (brrt, yeah, ah, yeah)
Hit him in his thigh (boom)
Hit him in his back, make him drop
Oh, he still alive? Let me finish that
Pop his top (what), I don't fantasize
Them bodies in my mind (huh, huh)
And I can't stop (huh, huh)
Uh, nigga know I keep a Glock, yeah (huh, huh, ayy)
Nigga (ayy), fuck, how we gon' buck
Nigga, fuck, nigga (ayy)
Brrt (ayy), nigga, fuck nigga (we takin' trees)
Bust, nigga, brrt (ayy)




You know we bust triggers (ayy)
Fuck nigga (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of NLE Choppa's song Murda Talk depict the life of a gangster or a murderer who proudly boasts about his killing sprees. He talks about using guns with extended clips and how he doesn't hesitate to use them on his enemies. He describes the feeling of shooting someone and then walking them down to finish the job. He also talks about how he is ready to kill anyone who tries to harm him or his gang. The lyrics also portray the idea that violence is an essential part of his life and identity, and he seals his status as a gangster through his crimes.


The song also highlights the idea of gang culture, where NLE Choppa talks about his loyalty to his gang and their code of conduct. He references different gang-related terms and explains that he is willing to do anything for his gang, even if it means killing someone. The lyrics of Murda Talk also suggest that violence is a way of life for him and his friends, and they are always ready to resort to it when necessary.


Overall, Murda Talk is a song that glorifies violence and criminal behavior, portraying a dark and dangerous lifestyle.


Line by Line Meaning

Think we found a loophole
We have discovered a way to get around the rules or laws and do what we want without consequences.


A hunnid shottas, two oppas, I bet these Glock I pop 'em (I bet I do)
I have a hundred bullets and two enemies, and I am confident I can shoot them with my Glock.


Ayy, I think lil' homie scared, fool
I believe that the young man is afraid and not brave enough to do what I ask.


He say, "I'm ready, fool" (ready, fool)
He claims that he is prepared to do what I ask, even though he may be nervous or scared.


So I gave him that lil' dirty tool
I provided him with a small and unclean firearm so that he can carry out the task I requested.


He say he finished dude (he got the Glock, nigga)
He claims that he has killed the target with the gun that I gave him.


Say he caught him slippin'
He claims that he caught the victim off guard and was able to attack them easily.


Got the clip and knocked him out his shoes (grrt, sayin')
He used up the bullets in the magazine and killed the victim so intensely that it knocked their shoes off.


Mommas cryin', niggas dyin'
Mothers are grieving as their children are being killed.


Pussy, that's what shottas do (ayy, shottas)
This is the behavior expected of violent criminals like us, and is not something to be ashamed of.


Creep on your block, real slow (slow)
We sneak onto your territory at a slow pace to catch you unaware of our presence.


Tint on my window (window)
The windows of my vehicle are darkly colored to prevent others from seeing inside.


Mask on, gloves on (gloves, hey)
I wear a mask and gloves to hide my identity and avoid leaving fingerprints or other evidence.


You know that clip extendo (extendo)
I have an extended magazine in my weapon, allowing me to fire more shots without having to reload.


And don't let down that window (ayy)
Do not lower the window because I may use my weapon through it.


Open up that door and chase his ass (the fuck you doin'?)
Step out of the vehicle and chase the target on foot to catch up with them and attack them more easily.


Put two up in his back
Shoot the victim twice in their back where it is harder for them to defend themselves or run away.


And then I walk 'em down and face his ass (grrt, grrt, grrt)
I follow the victim while they are injured and easily apprehended, then finish them off by shooting in the face.


Said he want some smoke (yeah)
The target challenged me and is prepared to engage in a violent conflict.


Well, you know I had to lace his ass (yeah, yeah)
I had no choice but to attack and kill the enemy.


Opposition's hoe gave me throat
The enemy's girlfriend performed oral sex on me as a form of submission or appeasement.


While she was shakin' ass (what? What? Yeah)
She was dancing provocatively while performing the sexual act.


My pops said, "Don't give him that Glock 'Cause you know he gon' fuckin' cry" (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
My father warned me to not provide a firearm to the young man because he might react negatively or be afraid to use it.


If a nigga catch me in a jam You know I let it ride (skrrt, grrt)
If I get caught up in a dangerous situation, I am willing to face the consequences and let it happen instead of trying to escape or avoid it.


It's my life or yours, pussy nigga I'm gon' let me decide
In a violent or dangerous situation, I am willing to take the life of another person if it means saving my own.


We shoot first, we don't shoot back (nope)
We always instigate violence and attack first, instead of waiting to defend ourselves from an enemy's attack.


So you niggas better duck and hide (grrt, grrt)
Others should be afraid of us and avoid confrontation if they do not want to be attacked or killed by us.


I got the Drac' in trench coats (ayy)
I have a weapon, specifically an AK-47, concealed under my trench coat.


Send shots up through the window (ayy)
I shoot through a window to attack the person inside the house.


I got the Glock, a gen four (ayy)
I am in possession of a fourth generation Glock handgun.


We pop his top and then we go (ayy, ayy, ayy)
We kill the person and immediately leave the area.


Traffickin' birds like Nino (ayy)
I am moving drugs or guns around like Nino Brown, a character from the movie "New Jack City".


We leave him lost like Nemo (ayy)
The victim will be lost like the character Nemo from the movie "Finding Nemo", meaning they cannot be found or saved.


All-black attire, emo (ayy)
I wear black clothing and appear to be an emotional and sensitive person.


Short time to live like chemo (ayy, ayy, ayy)
My life is short and full of danger, like a person undergoing chemotherapy who has a limited amount of time left to live.


If the number's right, your nigga kill you (Ooh) Call it bingo
If you pay me enough money, I will have one of my associates kill you. We call this a bingo, like the game where you match numbers on a card.


You better watch your lingo (brrt)
Be careful of what you say around me because it may get you into trouble or make you a target of violence.


My niggas slide for G-note (brrt, I made him do it)
My associates will carry out a violent act for a thousand dollars. I am responsible for motivating them to do so.


I need to slow down on them thirties (hey) 'Cause I'm keep throwin' up (I'm throwin' up)
I should reduce my consumption of 30 milligram Percocet pills because they are making me nauseated.


I threw back two of them bitches (bah) So it gave me bubble guts
I took two of the Percocet pills and as a result, I have diarrhea and an upset stomach.


Ayy, I got my pistol with me (ayy) Got the semi with me (brrt)
I am carrying a handgun with me and it is loaded with ammunition.


Ridin' in the hemi (yeah, yeah) I was thuggin' hard in juvenile (ayy)
I am riding in a high-performance car, and I have been involved in violent activity since I was a minor.


He like, "damn, you left that clip empty? (What?) Yeah, I left that clip empty (stupid) Yeah, I'm killer, so come tempt me (duh)
The enemy is surprised that my weapon is empty, but I am confident in my abilities to kill and challenge them to try and incite me to violence.


Memphis shooters like the Grizzlies (go) Shoot his baby mama in his chest (grrt, grrt) Damn near knocked the titty (uh)
I am from Memphis, Tennessee, home of the Memphis Grizzlies basketball team, and people from this area are skilled with firearms. I shoot the enemy's girlfriend in the chest and it almost causes her breast to come off.


I'm off a couple fuckin' Percocets (ooh) I feel my body lifted (ayy)
I have taken multiple Percocet pills and am experiencing a euphoric feeling as a result.


Why the fuck that boy, he got a vest? (Ayy) We pop his top and dip it (ayy)
Why is the enemy wearing a bulletproof vest? It does not matter because we will still kill him and then quickly leave the area.


Drive-by in a Honda Civic So they know lil' Choppa did it (ayy, brrt)
We carry out a drive-by shooting in a Honda Civic vehicle as a way of showing off and taking credit for the violence.


Hop out, boys on the block (get up) Niggas ran like they seen the narcs (brrt, yeah, ah, yeah)
I get out of the car and the people on the street scatter as if they have seen police officers approaching.


Hit him in his thigh (boom) Hit him in his back, make him drop Oh, he still alive? Let me finish that Pop his top (what), I don't fantasize
I shoot the enemy in the leg and then in the back, causing them to fall to the ground. When I notice they are still alive, I shoot them in the head to finish them off and make sure they are dead. This is not a fanciful idea, but a real act of violence.


Them bodies in my mind (huh, huh) And I can't stop (huh, huh)
I cannot stop thinking about the people that I have killed, and these thoughts are constantly on my mind.


Uh, nigga know I keep a Glock, yeah (huh, huh, ayy)
I am known for carrying a Glock firearm with me at all times.


Nigga (ayy), fuck, how we gon' buck Nigga, fuck, nigga (ayy) Brrt (ayy), nigga, fuck nigga (we takin' trees) Bust, nigga, brrt (ayy) You know we bust triggers (ayy) Fuck nigga (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
This is a chant indicating a desire to use violence and aggression, and continue to cause harm to others.




Lyrics © GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Alex Petit, Bryson Lashun Potts, Caleb McLean, Camren Martin, Javar A. Rockamore, Nikolas Papamitrou, Robert Reese, Ron Montgomery, Theodore Thomas

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