Various Artists - Murder (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: NBA Youngboy] n***a play he gone get his head bust You know how we comin Young Boy [Hook: NBA Youngboy] n***a play he gone get his head bust You know how we comin Strapped like the Navy Seals Promise you don't want it This for them b**h a** n***as that be speaking on me Rob who? You got me f**ed up You ain't taking nuthin n***a it's gone be a murda Play with that money n***a it's gone be a murda Come run up on me n***a it's gone be a murda Burn you and yo homie n***a it's gone be a murda Thinkin that I'm Stuntin It's gone be a murda [Verse 1: NBA Youngboy] Gon' be a murda if you thankin bout takin sum from me Talk about your body but I bet you ain't gone play with me Try me if you wanna I stay with that burner on me (watchu doin'?) I can't let you get no rip off me n***a must think I'm a hoe or some I don't know who the f** he must take me for That sh** that you talking ain't fearing us f** how you come you ain't seein us Say we beefin gon' catch him and wet him up n***a tell me pull up and I'm pullin up Up let it bang we ain't sparing nun Caught him up in the bottom and he ran from me Hoe a** n***as stay in yo lane You n***as be playin we ain't playing games When I'm up in the club b**h I'm with the gang You can catch us turnin up for Dave So you know we flexin with them bands Whole lotta more up in my pants Try to take it all you hear is bang Try to take it all you hear is bang [Hook: NBA Youngboy] n***a play he gone get his head bust You know how we comin Strapped like the Navy Seals Promise you don't want it This for them b**h a** n***as that be speaking on me Rob who? You got me f**ed up You ain't taking nuthin n***a it's gone be a murda Play with that money n***a it's gone be a murda Come run up on me n***a it's gone be a murda Burn you and yo homie n***a it's gone be a murda Thinkin that I'm Stuntin It's gone be a murda [Verse 2: 21 Savage] Draco on me and it got the cooling system (21, 21, 21) Slaughter gang savage love to shoot at n***as (21, 21, 21) Got a 30 in the booth right now, that's on gang And a judge gon' give me life if a n***a touch my chain, 21 Red light, I got four young n***as with me sticked up 100 round drum, we gon' leave 'em at the red light Got the VVSs dripping, lil n***a tried to reach and all he seen was a motherf**ing red light Now they scared right Called your baby mama over cause her head's right I push your favorite rapper in a wheel chair n***as say they from the street but b**h I'm still there [Hook: NBA Youngboy] n***a play he gone get his head bust You know how we comin Strapped like the Navy Seals Promise you don't want it This for them b**h a** n***as that be speaking on me Rob who ? you got me f**ed up You ain't taking nuthin n***a it's gone be a murda Play with that money n***a it's gone be a murda Come run up on me n***a it's gone be a murda Burn you and yo homie n***a it's gone be a murda Thinkin that I'm Stuntin It's gone be a murda