YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Murda Man lyrics

[Chorus] fu*k a teller, b*tch, I'm screamin' "murda," 'cause I wrote it fu*k up on probation, judge said she gon' revoke it 4-5 with extension, b*tch, I'm walking with it on me Just 'cause I don't post it, b*tch, you know that I still tote it [Verse 1] Drinkin' on this potion steady fu*kin' up my kidneys Malu had just text me and she told me that she miss me Fifty-thousand on me, I got all these hoes reachin' Steady sendin' money to my brothers up in prison Lil' [?] in my phone, he like, "ni**a, what the business?" I told him, "fu*k the laws, you know that I'm still spinnin'" Hit a ni**a block with the quickness, hop out with that glizzy Whack his partner, tell him come and find me b*tch, I'm in the trenches He like, "b*tch, I know you didn't" Hoe, you know I did it Send yo' brother to my show and, b*tch, I'm tearin' up yo' city ni**a said that he want smoke ni**a know I'm with it When I catch you we gon' stretch you Put one in yo' fitted [Chorus] Four-by-four, I'm in a Benz ridin' 'round with Fee ni**a Instagram thuggin', they don't want no beef I'ma pull up where you be, you talkin' 'bout zippin' me You know I ain't hidin', b*tch, I'm right here in them streets [Verse 2] If I said it, I'ma stamp it I know them laws tryna ban me b*tch, I feel like Charles Manson It ain't nothin' I can't handle All these diamonds on me dancin' Pour a four up in that Fanta I just pulled up in a Phantom Come through bouncin' like I'm prancin' [Chorus] I'ma come through doin' the murder man Ridin' with them choppers in a Sprinter Van ni**a wanna do it, we can do it then All the way dumb, you know I ain't playin' [Verse 3] I got that burner on me for whoever tryna harm me ni**a, drop yo' pen, you know that I'm comin' I got that burner on me for whoever tryna hold me ni**a, drop yo' pen, you know that I'm comin' Youngboy don't play 'round You gon' get down or gon' lay down Got yo' hitters with you, I'ma hop out, spray that K round Murder on my trail, I could die, like, any day now I thought you was real, I ain't knowin' what to say now [Chorus] fu*k a teller, b*tch, I'm screamin' "murda," 'cause I wrote it fu*k up on probation, judge said she gon' revoke it 4-5 with extension, b*tch, I'm walking with it on me Just 'cause I don't post it, b*tch, you know that I still tote it Four-by-four, I'm in a Benz ridin' 'round with Fee ni**a Instagram thuggin', they don't want no beef I'ma pull up where you be, you talkin' 'bout zippin' me You know I ain't hidin', b*tch, I'm right here in them streets I'ma come through doin' the murder man Ridin' with them choppers in a Sprinter Van ni**a wanna do it, when can do it then All the way dumb, you know I ain't playin'