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Murder Man Lyrics
“Murder Man” is a highly anticipated unreleased track by YoungBoy Never Broke Again. In the aggressive, bloodthirsty track where YoungBoy dubs himself the “Murder Man,” YB raps about violence and firearms… Read More Lyrics From Snippet

[Intro]
(It's Lil Neil on the track, so you know the beat retar-)
We gon' pull up with the mop sticks, yeah
What you on, nigga? It's YoungBoy
I heard them niggas say they want murder
Bitch, you know we be on that, you heard me?
Free all my niggas out that cell
All of us got a hat nigga, yeah
Bitch ass boy, nigga
You gon' lay in your grave just like the other
Gang

[Verse 1]
All I know is straight murder, nigga
NBA, know you heard of, nigga
Nigga let me know if you wan' bang with me
Finna kill your ass, it's urgent nigga
Cut throat, I'm a dirty, nigga
Do that boy ass dirty, nigga
Ridin' round with this .30, nigga
Came through and I was swervin', nigga
Play, I'ma knock your top off
One, I'ma get you knocked off
These pussy ass niggas be throwin' slangs
I shoot, you better not cop out
This Draco blow the curb out
This .40 gon' blow out the enginе
They blow, I done et thе word out
Compliments, this from The Dada, nigga

[Chorus]
I'm the fuckin' murder man
I'm the reason that he dead
I'm the one who slumped your man
And killed the other from that playin', bitch
Bitch, now, who want smoke?
Thought it was him, it was his bitch
Let me tell you how that go
I'm the fuckin' murder man (Murder, murder)
We knocked him off soon as he land
Tell the police, "Kiss my ass" (Murder, murder)
Got my Glock, tucked right down in my pants (Murder, murder)
Nigga, you can go to playin', put that .30 on your ass (Murder, murder)

[Verse 2]
Nigga, now you want smoke?
That rapper, he'll ask you, what you doin'?
Yeah, that bitch ass nigga know I run with all these killers
They too influenced, man snuck who? Yeah, bitch, I blew it
In front the police, fuck the units
When it's up don't talk, let's do it
Make one move, and I'ma shoot it
Pull on side me, get the .30, pop it
Drive fast, I can't let 'em stop me
Out the window, nigga slangin' that rocket
Make sure you aimin' at that nigga noggin
Got a hundred somethin' grand in my pocket
Got diamonds on me beatin' like they Rocky
Got Crip bitches gettin' out they body
Real right, real Blood, I'm ridin'
I take a three and connect it to four
Slicin' the half in the back, like a roll
From shootin' to fightin', you know that we roll
I'm a 38 Baby, the life that I chose
Got a real bitch, I fell back from them hoes
Hot up in this bitch, but my chain on froze
Northside, they was slangin' them poles
Last night, ask me how do I know
Fifty shots jumpin' out of the glizzy
Ben say the bitch was jumpin' them fences
Spin again for to see if you get 'em
One more go around, if you catch 'em you zip 'em
I'm a made nigga, and you see how I'm livin'
Respect for Dej, keep her out of my business
I'm a thug nigga wit' too many feelings
I go lay on side her while I'm pullin' the killin'
In a drop top, candy paint, wit' them thangs
Like a old head, I got [?]
Where the white walls and the speakers bang
All them cars behind me, that be that gang
Get the drop, we pull up and see
In the yard, even in the street
Flame last thing he gon' see
Tell them other pussy niggas they can't sleep
Tell them niggas that I'm still thuggin'
One body, two body, three
On Instagram you can talk that shit
You gon' be the fourth nigga, watch and see
I ain't on all that, exposin' hoes
Lame shit, that ain't how it go
You make it hard for her to trust
And the real niggas who gon' hold it down
But guess what?

[Chorus]
I'm the fuckin' murder man
I'm the reason that he dead
I'm the one who slumped your man
And killed the other from that playin', bitch
Bitch, now, who want smoke?
Thought it was him, it was his bitch
Let me tell you how that go
I'm the fuckin' murder man (Murder, murder)
We knocked him off soon as he land
Tell the police, "Kiss my ass" (Murder, murder)
Got my Glock, tucked right down in my pants (Murder, murder)
Nigga, you can go to playin', put that .30 on your ass (Murder, murder)

[Outro]
Oh, now, you want smoke? (Who?)
Nigga, you want smoke?