Murder Business 2 (Trouble)
[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 n***as talkin' shit, I got that orchestrated hit
Pussy n***a how you wanna bang? Huh
This ain't no Ken on no beat, ain't no Ken on no streets
N***a diss YoungBoy, I have him creeped, slime
You pussy ass n***as say you wan' beef
Anywhere you at bitch you ain't safe, we up and bust 'em with that heat
[Chorus]
Aaahh, waahh
Some n***as in trouble (I bet some n***as in trouble)
I say God, when I catch your son, I'm standin' 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 n***as, 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, n***a
N***a shouldn't have said my name
Two guns up, that be that flame, n***a know I gang bang
[Chorus]
Aaahh, waahh
Some n***as in trouble (I bet some n***as in trouble)
I say God, when I catch your son, I'm standin' 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, n***a, 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 n***as, I mix Gucci with Givenchy
I got wood grain in that Maybach, pussy n***a get with me
I got big stacks in every room, n***a you can't get this
I got big straps in every room, n***a can't get Timmy
Joe keep a rocket like he Turner so you might as well call him Timmy
Ayy, I be Phineas Ferb n***a, 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 n***as dead, n***a, yeah (That's on my grandma)
[Chorus]
Aaahh, waahh
Some n***as in trouble (I bet some n***as in trouble)
I say God, when I catch your son, I'm standin' over him straight in his face hittin' with the cutter
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 n***as talkin' shit, I got that orchestrated hit
Pussy n***a how you wanna bang? Huh
This ain't no Ken on no beat, ain't no Ken on no streets
N***a diss YoungBoy, I have him creeped, slime
You pussy ass n***as say you wan' beef
Anywhere you at bitch you ain't safe, we up and bust 'em with that heat
[Chorus]
Aaahh, waahh
Some n***as in trouble (I bet some n***as in trouble)
I say God, when I catch your son, I'm standin' 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 n***as, 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, n***a
N***a shouldn't have said my name
Two guns up, that be that flame, n***a know I gang bang
[Chorus]
Aaahh, waahh
Some n***as in trouble (I bet some n***as in trouble)
I say God, when I catch your son, I'm standin' 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, n***a, 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 n***as, I mix Gucci with Givenchy
I got wood grain in that Maybach, pussy n***a get with me
I got big stacks in every room, n***a you can't get this
I got big straps in every room, n***a can't get Timmy
Joe keep a rocket like he Turner so you might as well call him Timmy
Ayy, I be Phineas Ferb n***a, 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 n***as dead, n***a, yeah (That's on my grandma)
[Chorus]
Aaahh, waahh
Some n***as in trouble (I bet some n***as in trouble)
I say God, when I catch your son, I'm standin' over him straight in his face hittin' with the cutter