Murder Business

I got Hitman on the beat

Mommy, India got them beats

Bitch ass, say what?

Bitch ass ****

What, you wanna do something?

Tryna put some shit to bed now

Whip down, hop out with Glocks

And we be aimin' 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 it

Ridin' four deep round where they be

In the backseat with a dirty chopper

Screamin' "Fuck the law," we gon' kill about it

Fuck the music, ****, know we drill about it

I'll use it, ****, know this .40 on me

I'm a real Blood, get rid of homie

Kill that bitch and make the critics pay him homage

Make them killers ride 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 we left him dead, huh

Lil Top, I'm too ahead now

Inside, might scope your head found

Demon shit, illiterate

Sip dope that's not prescribed from outta 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

Back bad, confirm shit, I could get his back blown

.45, this Herm shit, plus you know my bag strong

You slime enough to fuck a ****

You slime to bring a bag home

I told you not to trust these ****

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

Something got burned down

Switched all plans and the Ks turn to machines

I'm like, "Who playin' now?", I'm flexin'

Lay the whole clan down

"How you want him?", Leave him with his pants down

Murder business, uh, murder business

Chopsticks, kill the witness

Down bitch, drive while we spinnin'

Let her work the phone, tell her to meet us with it

Murder business, uh, murder business

Chopsticks, kill the witness

Down bitch, drive while we spinnin'

Let her work the phone, tell her to meet us with it

Shawty sayin' "Call back," 'cause she found where they stayin'

We gon' leave the phones, load up, she'll take us

We be scopin' out the scene

Bah-bah, **** won't stop cappin', you know that headshot was me

We'll fuckin' spin again and see who got good aim

Bro, creep down, sweep up, show that ass some clique stuff

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