Murder Business lyrics

[Intro]
(What up, DeMoe?)

[Chorus]
I won't talk on the phone 'cause, b*tch, we really 'bout that murder business
Yeah, b*tch, we step for real, we step for real, know it's gon' be a killing
When we bend your block and load up chops with lots of ammunition
Won't stop shootin' 'til it stop, I work my shoulder, I ain't never missing
Hit his top, make him lock, put the b*tch straight on his knees
I could've used the Glock, my n*gga, but I used the ARP
Just got the drop, I'm pullin' up, b*tch, I'm hoppin' out on feet
b*tch, it's RealBleeda, b*tch, you know I'm known for makin' n*ggas bleed

[Verse 1]
When it's rainin' shots, pus*y n*gga, you could hear a pin drop, say I stood over dude
sh*t, I know he dead, pus*y n*gga, you don't gotta watch the news, see, this what I do
Off a couple steps, lеt 'em hear that boom
Then watch him slidе out his shoes
Oh, he got bodies, my n*gga? f*ck it, let me add the two
You know you can lose your life and you can't bring your pistol with you
And we put big-ass holes in his body, they only see 'em on his Insta picture
Man, my mind be on violence, I be tryna think about how I'ma do a n*gga
And I don't ever think too long because I know that I'ma shoot a n*gga

[Chorus]
I won't talk on the phone 'cause, b*tch, we really 'bout that murder business
Yeah, b*tch, we step for real, we step for real, know it's gon' be a killing
When we bend your block and load up chops with lots of ammunition
Won't stop shootin' 'til it stop, I work my shoulder, I ain't never missing
Hit his top, make him lock, put the b*tch straight on his knees
I could've used the Glock, my n*gga, but I used the ARP
Just got the drop, I'm pullin' up, b*tch, I'm hoppin' out on feet
b*tch, it's RealBleeda, b*tch, you know I'm known for makin' n*ggas bleed
[Verse 2]
Glock 17, I'm just nineteen, y'all n*ggas gon' be on that shelf
Tell me why you gon' talk 'bout you gon' take somethin' from me? He could take a bullet, it's gon' take his breath
You that I'm shooting 'til ain't nothin' left
You know that's for sure that I'm comin' with steps
I don't wear no belt, that Glock gon' hold my pants
Them bands finna get your mans
And I really don't gotta spin
Where I catch you lackin', that's your end
All these bloody scenes, I'm thinking 'bout comin' out with the bloody man
Turn your b*tch bloody man
With chopper shells, droppin' back to back while I spin
Yeah, I zipped the b*tch, if I could, I'd kill a b*tch again

[Chorus]
I won't talk on the phone 'cause, b*tch, we really 'bout that murder business
Yeah, b*tch, we step for real, we step for real, know it's gon' be a killing
When we bend your block and load up chops with lots of ammunition
Won't stop shootin' 'til it stop, I work my shoulder, I ain't never missing
Hit his top, make him lock, put the b*tch straight on his knees
I could've used the Glock, my n*gga, but I used the ARP
Just got the drop, I'm pullin' up, b*tch, I'm hoppin' out on feet
b*tch, it's RealBleeda, b*tch, you know I'm known for makin' n*ggas bleed