Murder

[Intro: NLE Choppa] Y'all niggas done woke me up Oh, I'm talkin' redrum Turn me up mic, turn me up I'm talkin' redrum Ay, I'm talkin' redrum [Verse 1: NLE Choppa] Ay, I just flooded my necks on my chain, [?] Rollie on me but it do not tick I ain't got time to spend with no bitch Stay on my grind, I'm tryna get rich Down for the kill, might catch me a body My nigga like Marty, he keep him a [?] Remember them days I was broke, I was bummin' I got on my ass, I had to get something I hopped out my Phillies and hopped in my bag I'm baitin' my gang and I'm throwin' my flag You diss on my gang and his toe have a tag I run in your house and I'm hittin' your stash He say he want smoke, we bringin' that pressure Them bullets hit, turn his shirt to ketchup All gas, yeah we can't let 'em Keep my body on the dressure Damn son, where'd you find this? [Chorus: NLE Choppa, YoungBoy Never Broke Again] I'm talkin' redrum, I'm talkin' murder Them bullets hurt ya, flip you like a burger Or like a mattress, my nigga you can have it I'm all about the smoke, like a fucking crack addict Ain't no cappin' me, nigga all I know is murder (Murder) I come straight off them streets, and I know that gang you heard of (Heard of) Niggas say they want beef, you know we gon' pull up straight up in they circle (Grr, prr) Pull up, we lettin' off shots (Yeah) [Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Got into it on the corner, same night got hit up Blowin' up Montana phone, he ain't never pick up Dump passin' by through the north, for the pick-up Drownin' wit' a Glock, everybody gettin' shook up In Jail, at the table, I was fixin' me a hook up Police in my face every time that I look up Bitch left, I ain't really trippin' on that, fuck her Nutted in her face last time that I fucked her Left jail no time, money I done ran up Every real nigga fuck wit' me gon' stand up I was on the ground, real quick I done came up Changed up on me, nigga, I could never blame them Nigga ever play real quick, I'ma shame him Say he want fight, Baby Joe gon' zip him Run up on me try me jack, nigga I'ma flip him Gotta kill a nigga since that boy play wit' [?] 'nem (Woah) I put that on my children real quick, I'll take a fuck nigga soul (Soul) Gone off them pills, Percocet, Molly, X, everyday I roll (Roll) You know it ain't a joke, if he say he want smoke, I'ma hit him wit' the pole (Boom, pow, pow, boom) Back then you ain't know wit' them false allegations, now you know Wet they block, I don't know 'bout you (Know about you) Three niggas, four straps in the coupe (In the coupe) Get out the car, walk down when you shoot Shot one, Q said, "It was two" Fuck that, hit the other block, too Told her stop front the house, but they stopped at the corner E went to hit and when he came out the roof Another body dropped, 'nother mamma cry Check this, where I'm from that shit happened everyday I was fifteen, me and Bun sellin' Yay Youngest nigga in the trap, so I'm strapped if you play Won't hesitate, up and aim it at ya face (Face) I'm out that North, nigga knowin' I'ma spray Ain't up in my gang, then you knowin' you can't hang Me and KD in a Benz ridin' down 38 Every time I'm in the city, man I'm runnin' to that thang Ben strapped wit' a Glizzy and I'm strapped wit' a K Every nigga wit' me wit' it, I know they gon' bang But you dyin' on scene if you reach for my chain (Reach for my chain) Yeah, you know we slangin' nine 'bout that North side, landlord, I ain't playin' 'bout that ('Bout that) NBA be my gang, bitch I stand on that (I stand) Real diamonds on my neck, spent them bands on that Bitch nigga call my phone, I don't never call back Call 3Three, he'll tell them niggas I don't want chat In the studio wit' shade, in the studio wit' strangers On the grind everyday, I been chasin' that sack Real 38 Baby, I'm from 'cross the track You could keep yo' lil money, I don't wanna do no track One Million views, I'm restarting today You could think that I'm slippin', I keep me a strap (Bitch) [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Ain't no cappin' me, nigga all I know is murder I come straight off them streets, and I know that gang you heard of (Gang you heard of) Niggas say they want beef, you know we gon' pull up straight up in they circle (Straight up in they circle) Pull up, we lettin' off shots, there's gonna be a murder (Ayy)