Murda Bizness YoungBoy Never Broke Again
"Murda Bizness" by YoungBoy Never Broke Again, released in 2022, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of street life, loyalty, and the harsh realities of violence. The lyrics reflect the struggles and mindset of survival in a dangerous environment. Unique elements include its raw delivery and emotional intensity, resonating deeply with listeners in the rap community.
[Intro]
(PlayBoy on this bitch but he ain't playin’, though)
[Bridge]
My nigga say he got 'em
Pack up your shit and leave the house
It's finna be some problems
Deja at the crib and once we leave, I don’t want that shit around her
Found out I'm a dada, I don't wanna be questioned
That's another problem
Dude up in L.A
Laid with his family, he think I can't touch em
My son on the way, don't want him to grow up where he can't thug
And just know his daddy spanked somethin'
And he better do the same (Do the same)
This money clear your head
You got Northside in your vеins
We all built not to change
[Verse 1]
Nigga, I just cocked onе in and I’m rollin’
Out the top of the drop-top, I'm thuggin’ like bitch, who want it?
Have one in the Glock, ridin' in a Cutlass
We from that 'Raq and we love it
Come to my bro, bet' not touch him
We quick to flush him
What it is?
Herm got a hunnid in his choppa
He can act like we can’t stop him
It won't be long until we pop him
Go to dumpin' on the runway
Bust his head like a piñata
On the one way, bumpin' Deandre, I got lean up in my bottle
And my momma know I'm wildin'
Grandpa know I'm thuggin'
They could come to this bitch block and
I'ma leave the hood ugly
I got Xanax in my body
Know Ken' feel like fuck it (Fuck it)
Fuck the stage, let's go to Sage, darlin'
Neighbors know we stomped him
(PlayBoy on this bitch but he ain't playin’, though)
[Bridge]
My nigga say he got 'em
Pack up your shit and leave the house
It's finna be some problems
Deja at the crib and once we leave, I don’t want that shit around her
Found out I'm a dada, I don't wanna be questioned
That's another problem
Dude up in L.A
Laid with his family, he think I can't touch em
My son on the way, don't want him to grow up where he can't thug
And just know his daddy spanked somethin'
And he better do the same (Do the same)
This money clear your head
You got Northside in your vеins
We all built not to change
[Verse 1]
Nigga, I just cocked onе in and I’m rollin’
Out the top of the drop-top, I'm thuggin’ like bitch, who want it?
Have one in the Glock, ridin' in a Cutlass
We from that 'Raq and we love it
Come to my bro, bet' not touch him
We quick to flush him
What it is?
Herm got a hunnid in his choppa
He can act like we can’t stop him
It won't be long until we pop him
Go to dumpin' on the runway
Bust his head like a piñata
On the one way, bumpin' Deandre, I got lean up in my bottle
And my momma know I'm wildin'
Grandpa know I'm thuggin'
They could come to this bitch block and
I'ma leave the hood ugly
I got Xanax in my body
Know Ken' feel like fuck it (Fuck it)
Fuck the stage, let's go to Sage, darlin'
Neighbors know we stomped him
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