Youngboy Never Broke Again Murder Business Lyrics
Murder Business by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
(I got Hitman on the beat, bah, bah) (Mommy, India Got Them Beats) Bitch ass nigga, don't talk to the man (Mm, mm, mm-mm) Fuck them, haha, yeah, what?
Bitch ass nigga, say what you doin' (Mm, mm, mm-mm)
What, you wanna do somethin'? Tryna to put some shit to bed now (Bed) Whipped up, hop out with Glocks And we be aiming at your head, huh (Head now) Bitch, I wanna do something Lil Top like to see red, huh You don't fuck around with the Don Dada (Bah) We gon' red dot 'em, we gon' bedrock 'em (Yeah, yeah) I'ma heart stop 'em (Yeah, fah) With this killin' shit, I'm the murder doctor I got one chopper for his nine partners (Huh? Huh?) When I finish hoes say they heard about me Ridin' four deep, ridin' where they be
Related The 18 Greatest Revenge Songs of All Time HOT SONG: YoungBoy Never Broke Again - "ALL IN" - LYRICS HOT SONG: YoungBoy Never Broke Again - "death enclaimed" - LYRICS In the back seat with a dirty chopper (Skrrt) Screamin' "Fuck the law, we gon' kill about it" Fuck the music, nigga, know we drill about it I'll use it, nigga, know this .40 on me I'm a real Blood, get real to homie Kill that bitch and make the critics pay him homage Make them killers drive when you say, "You want it?" In his trap spot, we gon' creep up on him These hoes somewhere scared now Tell us 'bout where all that lead found He was rollin' right, left him dead, huh Lil Top, I'm too ahead now Inside, might scope your headphones Demon shit, a liter, it's too dope That's not prescribed from all the styrofoams YoungBoy like to blaze, no hand grenades
We get your head blown (Bro, hold on) Reaper shit, this Draco on me Bitch, I'm the coach, just work this trap phone Back bad, confirm shit (Yeah), I can get his back blown (Yeah, yeah) .45 (Yeah), this Herm shit (Yeah) Plus you know my bag strong (Yeah, yeah) You slime enough to fuck a nigga You slime to bring a bag home (Bitch) I told you not to trust these niggas Bitch, you know you dead wrong On that lean, you would think I popped a bean I don't turn down (Nah) Killin' scene, blood on my soldierees Somethin' got burnt down (Nah) Switched all plans and the Ks turn to machines I'm like "Who playin now?" I'm flexin' Lay the whole clan down (Yeah)
"How you want him?" Leave him with his pants down (Yeah)
Murder business, hol' on, murder business (Murder business) Chopsticks (Chopsticks), kill a witness (Witness) Down bitch (Down bitch), drive while we spinnin' (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Let her work the phone, tell 'em, "Meet us wit' it" (Meet us wit' it) Murder business, hol' on, murder business (Murder business) Chopsticks (Chopsticks), kill a witness (Kill a witness) Down bitch (Down bitch), drive while we spinnin' (Drive it) Let her work the phone, tell 'em, "Meet us wit' it" (Tell 'em, "Meet us wit' it")
Brrt, brrt
(Shawty sayin' "Call back," 'cause she found where they stayin') We gon' leave the phones (Load up, she'll take us, we be scopin' out the scene) Bah, bah, nigga won't stop cappin', you know that headshot was me (Headshot was me) (We'll fuckin' spin again and see who got good aim) Bro, creep down, sweep up Show that ass some quick stuff Pussy bitch can't run from us We gon' chase you down, we gon' put you up YoungBoy, AI, Lil Top, bitch, I'm a big thug (Big thug) You in here, then tonight
You just might die if you ain't here with us (Ain't here with us) (You know how we comin', big shit)
Bitch ass nigga, say what you doin' (Mm, mm, mm-mm)
What, you wanna do somethin'? Tryna to put some shit to bed now (Bed) Whipped up, hop out with Glocks And we be aiming at your head, huh (Head now) Bitch, I wanna do something Lil Top like to see red, huh You don't fuck around with the Don Dada (Bah) We gon' red dot 'em, we gon' bedrock 'em (Yeah, yeah) I'ma heart stop 'em (Yeah, fah) With this killin' shit, I'm the murder doctor I got one chopper for his nine partners (Huh? Huh?) When I finish hoes say they heard about me Ridin' four deep, ridin' where they be
Related The 18 Greatest Revenge Songs of All Time HOT SONG: YoungBoy Never Broke Again - "ALL IN" - LYRICS HOT SONG: YoungBoy Never Broke Again - "death enclaimed" - LYRICS In the back seat with a dirty chopper (Skrrt) Screamin' "Fuck the law, we gon' kill about it" Fuck the music, nigga, know we drill about it I'll use it, nigga, know this .40 on me I'm a real Blood, get real to homie Kill that bitch and make the critics pay him homage Make them killers drive when you say, "You want it?" In his trap spot, we gon' creep up on him These hoes somewhere scared now Tell us 'bout where all that lead found He was rollin' right, left him dead, huh Lil Top, I'm too ahead now Inside, might scope your headphones Demon shit, a liter, it's too dope That's not prescribed from all the styrofoams YoungBoy like to blaze, no hand grenades
We get your head blown (Bro, hold on) Reaper shit, this Draco on me Bitch, I'm the coach, just work this trap phone Back bad, confirm shit (Yeah), I can get his back blown (Yeah, yeah) .45 (Yeah), this Herm shit (Yeah) Plus you know my bag strong (Yeah, yeah) You slime enough to fuck a nigga You slime to bring a bag home (Bitch) I told you not to trust these niggas Bitch, you know you dead wrong On that lean, you would think I popped a bean I don't turn down (Nah) Killin' scene, blood on my soldierees Somethin' got burnt down (Nah) Switched all plans and the Ks turn to machines I'm like "Who playin now?" I'm flexin' Lay the whole clan down (Yeah)
"How you want him?" Leave him with his pants down (Yeah)
Murder business, hol' on, murder business (Murder business) Chopsticks (Chopsticks), kill a witness (Witness) Down bitch (Down bitch), drive while we spinnin' (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Let her work the phone, tell 'em, "Meet us wit' it" (Meet us wit' it) Murder business, hol' on, murder business (Murder business) Chopsticks (Chopsticks), kill a witness (Kill a witness) Down bitch (Down bitch), drive while we spinnin' (Drive it) Let her work the phone, tell 'em, "Meet us wit' it" (Tell 'em, "Meet us wit' it")
Brrt, brrt
(Shawty sayin' "Call back," 'cause she found where they stayin') We gon' leave the phones (Load up, she'll take us, we be scopin' out the scene) Bah, bah, nigga won't stop cappin', you know that headshot was me (Headshot was me) (We'll fuckin' spin again and see who got good aim) Bro, creep down, sweep up Show that ass some quick stuff Pussy bitch can't run from us We gon' chase you down, we gon' put you up YoungBoy, AI, Lil Top, bitch, I'm a big thug (Big thug) You in here, then tonight
You just might die if you ain't here with us (Ain't here with us) (You know how we comin', big shit)