Murda Business

(I got hitman on the beat)
(Mommy IndiaGotDemBeats)
What you want to do something, trying to put some sh*t to bed now
Pull up, hop out with Glocks and we be aiming at yo head now
b*tch, I want to do something
Li’ Top leave the scene red, huh?
Don’t f*ck around with the Don Dada
We gon’ lay him up, we gon’ bed rock him
We gon’ buss the chopper
Always killing sh*t, I’ma murder dada
I got one chopper for my nine problems
Steady killing hoes, they think they heard about me
Riding four deep
Riding where they be, in the backseat with a dirty chopper
Screaming f*ck a law, we gon’ kill about ‘em
f*ck the music, n*gga know we drill about ‘em
I’ll use it n*gga, know this .40 on me
Real Blood, get real hot
Caught a n*gga at the crib, scared him huh
We can pull up just say you want him
At the truck stop, we gon’ creep up on him
These hoes somewhere scared now
Tell us how that lead hot
YoungBoy then left him dead now
Li’ Top i’m to up here now
Li’ Top i scope your head bow
Demon sh*t, these n*gga resting up
While i’m just pouring up my styrofoam
YoungBoy don’t like a n*gga, i pull up and he get his head blown
Rip his sh*t, he bleed
Just like my rugger rip his shirt off
Big Glock it burn sh*t, I can get his back blown
.45 that’s Herm sh*t, plus you know my bag long
You slime enough to f*ck a n*gga, you slime to bring a bag home
I told you not to trust these n*ggas, b*tch you know you dead wrong
On that lean, You’ll think i popped a bean, I won’t turn down
Killing Scene, blood on my soldierees, something got burnt down
All filled, them SK’s turn to Machines, I’m like “who want it now?”
I’ma buss with this hoe, cut it down
“How you want to leave him?” with his pants down
Murder business
Murder figure
Chopper spit
Kill away
Down b*tch, Drive while we spin
Let her whip around, tell her spin again
Murder business
Murder figure
Chopper spit
Kill away
Down b*tch, Drive while we spin
Let her whip around, tell her spin again
Let her drive around ‘cause she down with it yeah(gon’ leave him up)
She be spinning, we be scoping out the side
Stop playing n*gga, that headshot was me
Let’s go around again and see who got the aim
Hold on, Cut it down, Sweep up
pus*y b*tch can’t run from us
They can try to click up, we gon’ put the blicks up
YoungBoy, AI, Li’ Top, b*tch i’m a big thug
You in the club tonight, you just might die if you ain’t here with us
(Ain’t here with us)