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Youngboy Never Broke Again - Murder Business 2 Trouble Lyrics

Murder Business 2 (Trouble) Lyrics[Intro]
Ayy, turn that lil' louder
(Any last words?)
Hold on, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, this Top baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm from the Northside
(D-Roc)
It's a murder business

[Verse 1]
Boom, boom, boom, boom
That's his mama comin' outside seein' him dead
Hit all in the head, now she cryin', fuck her, gang
Them pussy niggas talkin' shit, I got that orchestrated hit
Pussy nigga how you wanna bang? Huh
This ain't no Ken on no beat, ain't no Ken on no streets
Nigga diss YoungBoy, I have him creeped, slime
You pussy ass niggas say you wan' beef
Anywhere you at bitch you ain't safe, we up and bust 'em with that heat

[Chorus]
Aaahh, waahh
Some niggas in trouble (I bet some niggas in trouble)
I say God, when I catch your son, I'm standing over him straight in his face hittin' with the cuttеr (Where we hit at him)

[Verse 2]
I hеar sound from the back, Baby Joe go grab the strap (Huh, hold on, they tryna- they probably tryna get us)
Baby Joe, I got a MAC and a .45 by the couch
These pussy ass niggas, they ain't finna- they ain't- finna- they ain't finna get us
I want money on time like Tennessee
Bad bitch way come from Tennessee
I'm YoungBoy, I be YB, fuck with me, bitch, fuck with me
I keep that heat, come play with me, shoot your ass all in your street
Hold up, make me say it over
Everywhere but under your feet
I'm a motherfucking gangster, I'm a motherfucking GD
Real gravedigger, don't play with me, you know that I'm 'bout beef
And if I catch you I'ma stretch you, nigga
Nigga shouldn't have said my name
Two guns up, that be that flame, nigga know I gang bang

[Chorus]
Aaahh, waahh
Some niggas in trouble (I bet some niggas in trouble)
I say God, when I catch your son, I'm standing over him straight in his face hittin' with the cutter

[Verse 3]
I got them hitters waitin' on side the house, he walk out, they gon' walk him down
Even though I want him dead, them shots mandatory to the head
Born with that shit for real, two weeks later, burn 'em where you stay at
Let's do it
I been poppin' with the stylist, I don't need one anyway
Keep them choppas with them shottas, play one time, you know we spray
Play one time, I shoot that Drac'
Bow, nigga, bow
Baby know that she ain't envy, but she say she wan' stay with me, I told her "It's way too late" (Way too late)
I ain't doing these pussy ass niggas, I mix Gucci with Givenchy
I got wood grain in that Maybach, pussy nigga get with me
I got big stacks in every room, nigga you can't get this
I got big straps in every room, nigga can't get Timmy
Joe keep a rocket like he Turner so you might as well call him Timmy
Ayy, I be Phineas Ferb nigga, Ed, Edd, Eddy
I been plannin' on my mountain, stay the fuck up out my head
Since I been up here I left like nine niggas dead, nigga, yeah (That's on my grandma)

[Chorus]
Aaahh, waahh
Some niggas in trouble (I bet some niggas in trouble)
I say God, when I catch your son, I'm standing over him straight in his face hittin' with the cutter