Computer Murderers Lyrics – Lil Durk
No auto, grrah
Smurk, yeah
(TouchofTrent be wildin’ with it)
Check on your mans, I heard he got hit in his head (Hello?)
But he almost died so I can say his name ’cause he ain’t dead (Wooski)
How you let a *** vouch for you who just got out the feds?
Sneaking pics by Von mural-like lil’ bro won’t come out and spin (Grrah, grrah)
He ain’t heard of so he ain’t count, I still’ll give him ten (Still’ll give him ten)
I got hoes I call my sisters, ***’ opps, them hoes dead (***)
I don’t let ’em play with Varney, I’m still waitin’ on my chance (On Moe, on Pluto)
If Varney say a *** dead then the *** dead (Yeah, yeah-yeah)
Lil’ bro you can hop in here, this *** a hot car (It’s a hot car)
They like, “Bro, it’s Nuk,” nah, it’s Smurk, *** (Fah, fah, fah)
You can’t play no games, you play with other niggas, nah, nah (Nah, nah, nah)
You ain’t from my block if you ain’t know Tayski, Budda and Chop (Man, what?)
Yeah, yeah (Mhm, mhm)
Pass my pills, ***
Finna act crazy in this ***, hold on (And that *** go, “Fah, fah, fah”)
Watch this, ayy, watch this
Bro ‘nem in that Track’, they doin’ ninety down the schools zone (Skrrt)
Mama say I’m trippin’, I’m with my niggas like a group home
Ain’t get ’em mad, I’m tryna rob ’em, call my boo phone
***, I’m from the trenches, you gotta *** me to my new song (Yeah, yeah)
Mmm, I don’t mention dead opps (Yeah, yeah)
If he really did it, he ain’t gon’ say it ’cause the feds hot (Yeah, yeah)
Bro, I told your ass, I want his head, I don’t want no leg shot
Breakfast time, they get on niggas early, want them eggs hot
Headshot (Come here), headshot (Come here), headshot (Come here)
Headshot (Come here), headshot (Come here)
Uh-uh, headshot (Bop-bop), headshot, headshot (Come here)
Headshot (Come here), headshot (Come here), headshot, (Come here)
Headshot (Come here), headshot (Come here), headshot (Come here)
Come here!
Speed off, hold on, bro, I think he still breathin’
Lamp on niggas late night, she think I’m still cheatin’ (Skrrt)
Headshot for every block (Bop), we still grievin’ (Bop-bop)
You wasn’t around when he died, your *** ass still cheatin’ (***)
Headshot, headshot (*** ass), headshot, headshot, headshot
(Ain’t stuntin’ none of y’all *** ass)
Headshot, headshot, headshot, headshot, headshot
(Ain’t stuntin’ none of y’all *** ass)
Headshot, headshot, headshot, headshot, headshot
(Ain’t stuntin’ none of y’all *** ass)
Y’all can have the internet (Headshot, headshot, headshot)
Ain’t stuntin’ none of y’all *** ass
Y’all can have the internet (Headshot, headshot, headshot)
