Murder Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Am](I got Hitman on the beat,
bah, bah)
(Mommy, India got them beats)
Bitch ass nigga, [F]don't talk to the
[Am]man (mm, mm, mm-mm)
Fuck them, haha, yeah, what?
Bitch ass nigga, say what [F]you doin' (mm, mm,
[Esus4]mm-mm)[Am]

[Verse 2]
What, you wanna do somethin'?
Tryna to put some shit to bed
now (bed)
Whip up, hop out with Glocks
And we be aiming [Dm]at your head,
[Am]huh (head now)
Bitch, y'all wan' do something?
Lil Top like to see red, huh
You wan' fuck around with
the don dada? (bah)
We gon' red dot [Dm]'em, we gon' bedrock
[Am]'em (yeah, yeah)
I'ma heart stop 'em (yeah, fah)
With this killin' shit,
I'm the murder doctor
I got one chopper for his nine partners
When I finish, whole city heard about it
Ridin' [Dm]four deep, ridin' [Am]where they be
In the back seat with a dirty chopper
(skrrt)
Screamin', "fuck the law,
we gon' kill about it"
Fuck the music, nigga, know we drill [Dm]about it
I'll use it, nigga,
know this [Am].40 on me
I'm a real Blood, get rid of homie
Kill that bitch,
make the critics pay him homage
Make them killers drive
when he say [G]he want it
In his trap spot,
we gon' [Am]creep up on him
Oh, you chose somewhere scared now
Tell us 'bout where all that lead found
He was rollin' right, left him dead, huh
[Dm]Lil Top, I'm too a[Am]head now
Inside my scope your head found
Demon shit, illiterate
Sip dope that's not prescribed from
[F]out [Am]of Styrofoams
YoungBoy like to blaze, no hand grenades
We get your head blown
(bro, hold on)
Reaper shit, this Draco on me
Bitch, I'm the cook,
just [F]work this trap [Am]phone
Back bad, confirm shit (yeah), I can get his back
blown (yeah, yeah)
.45 (yeah), this Herm shit (yeah)
Plus you know my [Dm]bag s[Am]trong
(yeah, yeah)
You slime enough to fuck a nigga
You slime to bring a bag home (bitch)
I told you not to trust these niggas
Bitch, you [Dm]know you dead [Am]wrong
On that lean, you would think I popped a bean
I don't turn down (nah)
Killin' scene,
blood on my Soldier Ree's
Somethin' got [Dm]burnt [Am]down (nah)
Switched all plans and the
Ks turn to machines
I'm like "Who playin
now?" I'm flexin'
Lay the whole clan down
(yeah)
"How you want him?" Leave [G]him with
his [Dm]pants down (yeah)
[Am]Murder business,

[Verse 3]
hol' on,
murder business (murder business)
Chopsticks (chopsticks), kill [Dm]a witness
[G](wi[Am]tness)
Down bitch (down bitch),
drive while we spinnin' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Let her work the phone, tell 'em,
"Meet us [Dm]wit' it" (meet us wit' it)
[Am]Murder business, hol' on,
murder business (murder business)
Chopsticks (chopsticks), kill a witness
[G](kill a [Am]wit ness)
Down bitch (down bitch),
drive while we spinnin' (drive it)
Let her work the phone, tell 'em, "Meet us [Dm]wit' it" (tell 'em,
[Am]"Meet us wit' it")
Brrt, brrt

[Verse 4]
(Shawty sayin', "Call back," 'cause she [Am]found
where they stayin')
We gon' leave the phones
(Load up, she'll take us,
we be scopin' out [Dm]the [Am]scene)
Bah, bah, Jiggaboo stop cappin',
you know that headshot was me (headshot was me)
(We'll fuckin' spin again and
see [Dm]who got good aim)
Bro, [Am]creep down, sweep up
Should've had some cleats, thug
Pussy bitch,
can't run from us
We gon' chase you down,
[F]we gon' [Am]put you up
YoungBoy, AI, Lil Top,
bitch, I'm a big thug (big thug)
You in here, then tonight
You just might die if you ain't here with [F]us
(ain't here [Am]with us)
(My mama know I'm a demon,
I don't give a fuck)