Murder Business

Lyrics

[Intro] (I got Hitman on the beat) (Mommy, India got the beats) [Verse 1] What, you wanna do somethin'? Tryna put some shit to bed now Whip down, hop out with Glocks And we be aiming at your head, huh Bitch, y'all wan' do something? Lil Top like to see red, huh You wan' fuck 'round with the don dada We gon' red dot him, we gon' bedrock him, I'm a heart-stopper With this killin' shit, I'm the murder doctor I got one chopper for his nine partners When I finish, whole city heard about him Ridin' four deep 'round where they be In the back seat with a dirty chopper Screamin' fuck the law, we gon' kill about it Fuck the music, nigga, know we drill about it I'll use it, nigga, know this 40 on me I'm a real Blood, get rid of homie Kill that bitch, make the critics pay him homage Make them killers drive when he say he want it At his trap spot, we gon' creep up on him Who you chose somewhere scared now Teddy bears out where that lead found He was wrong, right? Left him dead, huh Lil Top, I'm too ahead now Inside my scope your head found Demon shit, illiterate Sip dope that's not prescribed from out of styrofoams YoungBoy like to blaze, no hand grenades, we get your head blown Reaper shit, this Draco on me Bitch, I could cook, just work this trap phone Blackberry, confirm shit, I can get his back blown Four-five, this Herm shit, plus you know my bag strong You slime enough to fuck a nigga, you slime to bring a bag home I told you not to trust these niggas, bitch, you know you dead wrong On that lean, you would think I popped a bean, I don't turn down Killin' scene, blood on my Soldier Rees, somethin' got burnt down Switched all pins and the K's turned to machines, I'm like, "Who playin' now?" (I'm flexin') Lay the whole clan down (How you want it?) Leave him with his pants down [Chorus] Murder business, hold on, murder business Chopsticks, kill a witness Down bitch, drive while we spinnin' Let her work the phone, tell 'em meet us with it Murder business, hold on, murder business Chopsticks, kill a witness Down bitch, drive while we spinnin' Let her work the phone, tell 'em meet us with it Brrt, brrt [Verse 2] (Shawty sayin' call back 'cause she found where they stayin') We gon' leave the phones (Load up, she'll take us, we'll be scopin' out the scene) Bah, bah, Jiggaboo, stop cappin', you know that headshot was me (We'll fuckin' spin again and see who got good aim) Bro, creep down, sweep up Should've had some cleats, thug Pussy bitch can't run from us We gon' chase you down, we gon' put you up YoungBoy, AI, Lil Top, bitch, I'm a big thug You in here, then tonight you just might die if you ain't here with us [Outro] Man, my mama know I'm a demon, I don't give a fuck Nigga, I'm tryna whack somethin'