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 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 think some niggas in trouble)

I say, "God, when I catch Your son, I'm standin' over him straight in his face hittin' with the cutter" (Whеre we hit at him?)

[Verse 2]

I hear sound from thе 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 think some niggas 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, 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 to me

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 think some niggas in trouble)

I say, "God, when I catch Your son, I'm standin' over him straight in his face hittin' with the cutter"