Producer: For inquires email , IndiaWilliams2402@gmail.com FM: @Indiagothembeats Credits: NBA YoungBoy, Quando Rondo, NLE Choppa, JayDaYoungan, FG Famous, OBN Jay, Polo G, Funny Mike, NoCap, 510 JGreen etc. Producer Credits: DrumDummie, Dubba AA, Figurez Made It, Yatta Beats, DJ Swift, Lil Red Beats, Peso, Yung Lando, etc.
Bitch ass nigga, don't talk to the man (mm, mm, mm-mm) Fuck them, haha, yeah, what? Bitch ass nigga, say what you doin' (mm, mm, mm-mm) What, you wanna do somethin'? Tryna to put some shit to bed now (bed) Whip up, hop out with Glocks And we be aiming at your head, huh (head now) Bitch, y'all wan' do something? Lil Top like to see red, huh You wan' fuck around with the don dada? (bah) We gon' red dot 'em, we gon' bedrock 'em (yeah, yeah) I'ma heart stop 'em (yeah, fah) With this killin' shit, I'm the murder doctor I got one chopper for his nine partners When I finish, whole city heard about it Ridin' four deep, ridin' where they be In the back seat with a dirty chopper (skrrt) 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 In his trap spot, we gon' creep up on him Oh, you chose somewhere scared now Tell us 'bout where all that lead found He was rollin' 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 (bro, hold on) Reaper shit, this Draco on me Bitch, I'm the cook, just work this trap phone Back bad, confirm shit (yeah), I can get his back blown (yeah, yeah) .45 (yeah), this Herm shit (yeah) Plus you know my bag strong (yeah, yeah) You slime enough to fuck a nigga You slime to bring a bag home (bitch) 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 (nah) Killin' scene, blood on my Soldier Ree's Somethin' got burnt down (nah) Switched all plans and the Ks turn to machines I'm like "Who playin now?" I'm flexin' Lay the whole clan down (yeah) "How you want him?" Leave him with his pants down (yeah) Murder business, hol' on, murder business (murder business) Chopsticks (chopsticks), kill a witness (witness) Down bitch (down bitch), drive while we spinnin' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Let her work the phone, tell 'em, "Meet us wit' it" (meet us wit' it) Murder business, hol' on, murder business (murder business) Chopsticks (chopsticks), kill a witness (kill a witness) Down bitch (down bitch), drive while we spinnin' (drive it) Let her work the phone, tell 'em, "Meet us wit' it" (tell 'em, "Meet us wit' it") Brrt, brrt We gon' leave the phones (Load up, she'll take us, we be scopin' out the scene) Bah, bah, Jiggaboo stop cappin', you know that headshot was me (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 (big thug) You in here, then tonight You just might die if you ain't here with us (ain't here with us) (My mama know I'm a demon, I don't give a fuck)
I been walking thru the trenches wonder where it's gon get me I been in my feelings Lotta niggas wanna get me All these bitkhez on my dick all they do is envy Pull up da krib let them shots off feel pain Thuggin sense a jhit let em know dat dis my city Yung nigaa up in the trenches where this shit gon get me Ion wana get locked up man that shit uh kill me Thuggin since a jhit let em know dat dis my city Hop outa the whip all black masked up we gon get em Ion gaf been strugglin thru the rain
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
I had to the Sven b4 the changing up on me and I know the goal I ain’t even barely show the wrote can’t even drip of the page I know the hammers in my ways and in so different bout the cage this ain’t copetiing I been hitting this not shake shit off the cage I can’t see in off the block I don’t go trijes to where I start I know hitting in if the goal is bout to blow this off a wrote and I know the goal and I know the wort but I can’t break show you it and I know I’m not lick but it been left over in the city to meet my name I didn’t even know this not my ways but I done blew b4 this bang I’m and I know I left a stain but I ain’t b out her to blow not no shake shit off the wrote and I know my dentures hold but I can’t see what I’m on but I call off a phone off the play hats my rentals and the 4 they’ll split up for up to be talking bout my gift this ain’t 4 say they pretender but I don’t bricked you off the road and I know this not the goal
I had to the Sven b4 the changing up on me and I know the goal I ain’t even barely show the wrote can’t even drip of the page I know the hammers in my ways and in so different bout the cage this ain’t copetiing I been hitting this not shake shit off the cage I can’t see in off the block I don’t go trijes to where I start I know hitting in if the goal is bout to blow this off a wrote and I know the goal and I know the wort but I can’t break show you it and I know I’m not lick but it been left over in the city to meet my name I didn’t even know this not my ways but I done blew b4 this bang I’m and I know I left a stain but I ain’t b out her to blow not no shake shit off the wrote and I know my dentures hold but I can’t see what I’m on but I call off a phone off the play hats my rentals and the 4 they’ll split up for up to be talking bout my gift this ain’t 4 say they pretender but I don’t bricked you off the road and I know this not the goal
