YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Murda Bizness Lyrics

Murda Bizness Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(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 eyes
You got Northside in your veins
We are 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 buildin’
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 menace 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 buildin’
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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