Music Video
YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Murda (feat. Trippie Red) [Official Audio]
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trippie Redd
Vocals
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Lockhart
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Michael Lamar White IV
Songwriter
Dennis Neal Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dubba-AA
Producer
Louis Bandz
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Oh, oh, well, yeah, yeah
Oh, with it, anything with it
Takin' my time with it
And I ain't scared to die
[Verse 2]
I told 'em I'm dyin' with it
I'll never change up
They say that how I'm livin'
That I need to wake up
I'm slangin' that iron with it
They'll never frame us
They want me dead, but I ain't scared
I got my change up
[Verse 3]
It's a murda, yeah
They screamin' out, "Murda", yeah
They steady screamin', "It's a murda"
They gotta take my soul
I been thuggin' since a youngin'
Motherfuck which way he go
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 4]
Motherfuck that talkin', run down on him
Hunnid shots on dat drum
Said they want me, but I ain't scared
We go to war where I'm from
Most of my **** up in jail
And half got killed by a gun
187, we be wylin', all I know is redrum
When I say that it's up, they gon' lay down
Two up under my belt, we don't play around
Four-hunnid shots in the car when it go down
Step on all of them before sun down
Steady talkin' like he with it, he say he gon' kill me
You know for a fact, I don't stand down
Bust yo head for my ****, I shoot till it's empty
Ain't no shakin' bake when I run down
[Verse 5]
I told 'em I'm dyin' with it
I'll never change up
They say that how I'm livin'
That I need to wake up
I'm slangin' that iron with it
They'll never frame us
They want me dead, but I ain't scared
I got my change up
[Verse 6]
It's a murda, yeah
They screamin' out, "Murda", yeah
They steady screamin', "It's a murda"
They gotta take my soul
I been thuggin' since a youngin'
Motherfuck which way he go
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 7]
Pussy ****, it's a murder
187
Send yo ass to Heaven
And send yo family blessin's
Hit you with the Smith and Wesson
Or beat yo ass like Tekken
Told yo pussy ass to check in
That's what you get for flexin'
I told you I was destined, I told you I was stressin'
Not too rich to tote my weapon
Five-Seven cave yo chest in
Pop you ****, send a message
All for the love of the murder, murder
Man, I ain't got no time to play
Know I keep a fuckin' K
And it'll blow yo fuckin' brain away
Trippie insane
No, I never changed
Just got some change
Ain't nothin' to get you whacked off, act hard
It ain't chess, it's checkers, bitch
**** at all
Better live yo fuckin' best life, Lil' Duval
Like Cleo, it's 1400 800 gang, bitch we set it off
[Verse 8]
I told 'em I'm dyin' with it
I'll never change up
They say that how I'm livin'
That I need to wake up
I'm slangin' that iron with it
They'll never frame us
They want me dead, but I ain't scared
I got my change up
[Verse 9]
It's a murda, yeah
They screamin' out, "Murda", yeah
They steady screamin', "It's a murda"
They gotta take my soul
I been thuggin' since a youngin'
Motherfuck which way he go
Yeah, yeah
Written by: Aaron Lockhart, Bryan Christopher Williams, Dennis Neal, Kentrell Gaulden, Ladamon T. Douglas, Michael Lamar White IV
