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No Talking
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No Talking was released on August 30, 2022 by Memphis as a part of the album No Talking - Single
August 30, 2022
LabelMemphis
LanguageEnglish
BPM97
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Ayy, what up?
I don't really talk, I ain't really with the texting (No)
Body inbox, so I know he get the message (Woah)
Semi-auto on me and I bet it get corrected (Yeah)
Let blood spill, type O on his necklace (Woah)
I ain't with the talking, I ain't with the talking
Help his mama pick the coffin that they send him off in
Posting pictures with a.40, say proceed with caution
I know he bitching, I don't give a fuck what he endorsing
Early morning I'm creepin' on 'em, no reinforcements
Blood is rushing, Beretta thumpin', release endorphins
Steady clutching while pressing buttons, believe he cordless
Be supportive of his family if you see him on the, uh (What up?)
Like it's really on my side (Side)
Shooting like a center, bitch I'm really 'bout to slide (Slide)
Say they really with it but they really 'bout to die
You was up for making posts, should I really hit your line?
And I put you in the sky, I got a vest, aim high
Swing with a stick when I slide on your baseline
K and a.9 if he woofing like a canine
Reading the obituary, goofies gettin' FaceTimed
We don't tweet first, no rumors that he murked
He bloody and face down, face up on a t-shirt
The muzzle will speak first, he's sorry but we weren't
Get to typing in the jungle, safari then we search
Like hardly we need church, talk 'til they teeth hurt
Then I maneuver like a dentist, a tool, clean smirk
I'm rude and I'm berserk, got a Uzi, don't need Vert
If you wanna meet my opps, you got bodies to de-earth
Like, nah, I ain't really with the posting
Catch me on the block with a.40, I be posted
Saying that it's smoke, you ain't never getting ghosted (Never)
Twenty in the Glock, I done blew it, we be rolling
Do it for some followers, I'm following your bro then
Kicking in your door, couple bullets hit his stove, he's
Killing in the kitchen, he ain't with it, I expose him
Blood leaking on the floor, I'm leaving him on open
Talking like you with it, I'm pulling up in a tinted
I run up, I probably sprinted, it's singing like a musician
Speaking as if you with it, the bitches can see the difference
You ain't never have to live it, you'd see, you'd be a witness
I don't really pay attention to shit that they be texting
A weapon that I'm caressing, send bullets, I bring the TECs in
Email 'em up to the heavens, we felons failed to respect
I be going back to the states, thugging up in corrections
I don't really talk, I ain't really with the texting (No)
Body inbox, so I know he get the message (Woah)
Semi-auto on me and I bet it get corrected (Yeah)
Let blood spill, type O on his necklace (Woah)
I ain't with the talking, I ain't with the talking (Nah)
Help his mama pick the coffin that they send him off in (Woo)
Say he with it, this extended finna get to sparking
Semi-auto hit his body, give him rigor mortis
Written by: Memphis Murpgy
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