Murda Business Lyrics

[Intro]
(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)
f*ck them, haha, yeah, what?
Bitch ass nigga, say what you doin' (Mm, mm, mm-mm)

[Verse 1]
What, you wanna do somethin'?
Tryna to put some shit to bed now (Bed)
Whip down, hop out with Glocks
And we be aiming at your head, huh (Head now)
Bitch, y'all wanna do something
Lil Top like to see red, huh
You wan' f*ck 'round with the Don Dada (Bah)
We gon' red dot him, we gon' bedrock him (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma heart stop him (Yeah, fah)
With this killin' shit, I'm the murder doctor
I got one chopper for his nine partners (Huh? Huh?)
When I finish, whole city heard about it
Ridin' four deep 'round where they be
In the back seat with a dirty chopper (Skrrt)
Screamin' "f*ck the law, we gon' kill about it"
f*ck the music, nigga, know we drill about it
I'll use it, nigga, know this .40 on me
I'm a real Blood, get rid of homie
Kill that bitch and make the critics pay him homage
Make them killers ride when he say he want it
At his trap spot, we gon' creep up on him
Oh you chose somewhere scared now
Tell us 'bout where that lead found
He was rollin' right, left him dead, huh
Lil Top, I'm too ahead now
Inside, might scope your headphone
Demon shit, illiterate
Sip dope that's not prescribed from out of styrofoams
YoungBoy like to blaze
No hand grenades, we get your head blown (Bro, hold on)
Reaper shit, this Draco on me
Bitch I could cook, 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 f*ck 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 Soldier Ree's
Somethin' got burnt down (Nah)
Switched all plans and the Ks turn to machines
I'm like "Who playin now?" I'm flexin'
Man, the whole clan down (Yeah)
"How you want him?" Leave him with his pants down (Yeah)

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
(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, Jiggaboo stop cappin', you know that headshot was me (Headshot was me)
(We'll f*ckin' spin again and see who got good aim)
Bro, creep down, sweep up
Should've had some cleats thug
p*ssy 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)
(My mama know I'm a demon, I don't give a f*ck)

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