NBA YoungBoy – Murder Business Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics Murder Business – NBA YoungBoy

What, you wanna do somethin’
Tryna put some s**t to bed now
Whip out, hop out with Glocks
And we be aiming at your head, huh

B**ch, y’all wan’ do something
Lil Top like to see red, huh
You wan’ f**k ’round with the don dada
We gon’ red dot him, we gon’ bedrock him

I’ma heart-stop him
With this killin’ s**t, I’m the murder doctor
I got one chopper for his nine partners
When I finish, whole city heard about ’em
Ridin’ four deep ’round where they be
In the back seat with a dirty choppe
Screamin’ f**k the law, we gon’ kill about it
F**k the music, n**ga, know we drill about it

I’ll use it, n**ga, know this 40 on me
I’m a real Blood, get rid of homie
Kill that b**ch, make the critics pay him homage
Make them killers drive when he say he want it
At his trap spot, we gon’ creep up on him
Oh, you chose somewhere scared now
Talibans all where that lead found
He was wrong, why he left him dead, huh
Lil Top, I’m too ahead now

Inside my scope your head found
Demon s**t, illiterate
Sip dope that’s not prescribed from out of styrofoams
YoungBoy like to blaze, no hand grenades
We get your head blown
Reaper s**t, this Draco on me
B**ch, I could cook, just work this trap phone
Blackberry, confirm s**t, I can get his back blown
Four-five, this Herm s**t, but you know my bag strong
You slime enough to f**k a n**ga, you slime to bring a bag home
I told you not to trust these n**gas, b**ch, you know you dead wrong
On that lean, you would think I popped a bean, I don’t turn down
Killin’ scene, blood on my Soldier Rees, somethin’ got burnt down
Switched RPs and the Ks turned to machines, I’m like, Who playin’ now
Lay the whole clan down
Leave him with his pants down

Murder business, hold on, murder business
Chopsticks, kill a witness
Down b**ch, drive while we spinnin’
Let her work the phone, tell ’em meet us with it
Murder business, hold on, murder business
Chopsticks, kill a witness
Down b**ch, drive while we spinnin’
Let her work the phone, tell ’em meet us with it

Shawty sayin’ call back ’cause she found where they stayin’
We gon’ leave the phones
Load up, she’ll take us, we’ll be scopin’ out the scene
Bah, bah, Jiggaboo, stop cappin’, you know that headshot was me
We’ll f**kin’ spin again and see who got good aim

Bro, creep down, sweep up
Should’ve had some cleats, thug
P**sy b**ch can’t run from us
We gon’ chase you down, we gon’ put you up
YoungBoy, AI, Lil Top, b**ch, I’m a big thug
You in here, then tonight you just might die if you ain’t here with us

Man, my mama know I’m a demon, I don’t give a f**k…

➤ Written by India Got Them Beats, Hitman Audio & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – NBA YoungBoy
Album: Top
Produced by Hitman Audio & India Got Them Beats
NBA YoungBoy | 2020

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