NBA Youngboy – Murder Business + VIDEO

Out Off the 21 tracks released by NBA Youngboy On His Newly Released Album Which He Titled ‘TOP’.

We Hopped Out This Wonderful Song Which Seems To Be The 16th Track On the Project and it’s titled “Murder Business”.

Listen up below!.

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MURDER BUSINESS NBA 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 out, 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’ma heart-stop him

With this killin’ shit, I’m the murder doctor

I got one chopper for his nine partners

When I finish, whole city heard about ’em

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

Oh, you chose somewhere scared now

Talibans all where that lead found

He was wrong, why he 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, but 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 RPs and the Ks 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