Trouble (Murda Bizness 2) lyrics

[Intro]
Aye turn that light off (Any last words?)
Hold on, Yea Yea Yea
This top baby, yea yea yea
What it is, I'm from the north side
It’s a murder business!
Boom, boom, boom, boom
That’s his mama coming outside seen him dead
Hit all in the head, now she crying, f*ck her, gang
Them pus*y n*ggas talking sh*t I got that Orchestrated hit
pus*y n*gga why you wanna bang?
Hah, this ain’t no Ken on no beat
Ain’t no Ken on the streets
n*gga diss YoungBoy I have em' creep, slime
These pus*y ass n*ggas say you wan’ beef
Anywhere you at b*tch you ain’t safe we up and bust ‘em with that heat

[Chorus]
Haahh, waahh
Some n*ggas in trouble
I say God, when I catch your son, I’m standing over him aim straight in his face hit em with the cutter (where we hit that dude)
I hear a sound from the back, Babyjoe go grab the strap
(Oh they tryna, they probably tryna get us)
Baby Joe I got a Mac and a .45 by the couch
These pus*y ass n*ggas they ain't finna, finna , finna, ain’t finna get us
[Verse]
I want money on time like Tennessee
Bad b*tch way come from Tennessee
Im YoungBoy I be YB, f*ck with me b*tch f*ck with me
I keep that heat come play with me
Shoot your ass all in your street
Hold up meant to say it over
Everywhere but under your feet

[Bridge]
Im a mutha f*cking gangsta, I'm a mutha f*cking GD
Real GraveDigger don't play with me, you know that I'm bout beef
If I catch ya imma stretch ya n*gga, n*gga shouldn't have said my name
Two guns up that be that flame, n*gga know I gangbang

[Chorus]
Haahh, waahh
Some n*ggas in trouble
I say God, when I catch your son, I’m standing over him aim straight in his face hit ‘em with the cutter

[Verse 2]
I got them hitters waiting outside the house
He walk up, they gon walk him down
Even though I want him dead, two shots mandatory to the head
Boy I'm with that sh*t foreal, two weeks later burn up where you stay at
(Let's Do It)
I been popping with the stylist, I don't need one anyway
Keep them choppers with them shottas, play one time you know we spray
Play one time I shoot that drac (Bah n*gga Bah)
Baby know that she ain't hear me, but she say she want to stay with me i told her it's way too late (Way too late)
I ain't doing it with these pus*y ass n*ggas, I mix Gucci with Givenchy
I got wood grain in that Maybach, pus*y n*gga get with me
I got big stacks in every room, n*gga you can't get this
I got big straps in every room, n*gga can't get Timmy
Joe keep a rocket like eternal, so you might as well call him Timmy
And I be Phineas and Ferb n*gga, Ed Edd N Eddy
I’ve been planning on my mountains, stay the f*ck up out my head
Since I been up here, I left like nine n*ggas dead (n*gga yeah thats on my grandma)

[Chorus]
Haahh, waahh
Some n*ggas in trouble
I say God, when I catch your son, I’m standing over him aim straight in his face hit ‘em with the cutter

[Outro]