Murda Bizness - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Murda Bizness

YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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Lyric

(PlayBoy on this bitch but he ain't playin', though)

My nigga say he got 'em

Pack up your shit and leave the house

It's finna be some problems

Deja at the crib and once we leave, I don't want that shit around her

Found out I'm a dada, I don't wanna be questioned

That's another problem

Dude up in L.A

Laid with his family, he think I can't touch em

My son on the way, don't want him to grow up where he can't thug

And just know his daddy spanked somethin'

And he better do the same (do the same)

This money clear your head

You got Northside in your veins

We all built not to change

Nigga, I just cocked one in and I'm rollin'

Out the top of the drop-top, I'm thuggin' like bitch, who want it?

Have one in the Glock, ridin' in a Cutlass

We from that 'Raq and we love it

Come to my bro, bet' not touch him

We quick to flush him

What it is?

Herm got a hunnid in his choppa

He can act like we can't stop him

It won't be long until we pop him

Go to dumpin' on the runway

Bust his head like a piñata

On the one way, bumpin' Deandre, I got lean up in my bottle

And my momma know I'm wildin'

Grandpa know I'm thuggin'

They could come to this bitch block and

I'ma leave the hood ugly

I got Xanax in my body

Know Ken' feel like fuck it (fuck it)

Fuck the stage, let's go to Sage, darlin'

Neighbors know we stomped him

I'ma come through, do my dance in the murder business

It's gon' be another killin'

Everyday, they out here spinnin'

They've been slidin' from out the Bentley

Lift his hand, ain't else to do but kill him (Kill hm)

We tryna knock off ya fitted

Twenty-four, we're out here wit' it

Straight hollows inside the glizzy

It's murder

Nigga, pick you one

Bro gon' zip him somethin'

And another one

Don't give a fuck who wit' em, yeah

Or the fuck who come

They ain't tippin' nothin', bitch

We gon' step on somethin'

Come through YoungBoy woppin' with this choppa

Bust his head with this bottle

What you on? We be them slimes and droppin' dimes, it ain't a problem

Talk too long, my niggas catch him

Take the minutes off his time

I wasn't gamblin' but the money got sent

Straight from out Nevada (blatt, blatt)

Who said blood, nigga?

Jumped out like some thugs

Then I'm rollin' off these drugs

Nigga, I won't show no love

Light the strong, what the fuck, nigga?

This joe ain't got no buzz

We gon' leave that nigga stuck

He ran up inside this club

I'ma come through, do my dance in the murder business

It's gon' be another killin'

Everyday, they out here spinnin'

They've been slidin' from out the Bentley

Lift his hand, ain't else to do but kill him (Kill hm)

We tryna knock off ya fitted

Twenty-four, we're out here wit' it

Straight hollows inside the glizzy (glizzy)

Rich nigga, hit you with the switch

Oh, hit you with the switch

Oh, hit you with the switch

Oh (hit you with the, ah)

Big thug, hit you with the switch

Oh, hit you with the switch

Oh, hit you with the switch

Oh (hit you with the, ah)

Rich nigga, hit you with the switch

Oh, hit you with the switch

Oh, hit you with the switch

Oh (hit you with the, ah)

Big thug, hit you with the switch

Oh, hit you with the switch

Oh, hit you with the switch

Oh (hit you with the—)

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