LmgK, Pt. 2 (Murder Business)

[Intro]
Jumpout, jumpout
Jumpout, jumpout, jumpout gang
Jumpout gang, we jumpin' out to take that risk
The way bro tap that switch, it ain't no duckin' from that shit

[Chorus]
Murder business, we be on they block for five days straight
Next time we take that trip out North, we might equip the Drac'
We been had videos on tape, I swear you niggas late
That nigga wore a fuckin' scrape, soon as I hit the brakes (Mvmbo)
I lost BM, shit fucked me up, I charged it to the game
Ain't got no B's or no attempts, can't even say my name
These niggas runnin' with they buttons', talkin' bout hall of fame
Niggas had my drop, but fucked it up, I walked out with that flame

[Verse]
Whiteboy by my side, we playin' ninety, we ain't come to play
Sh- ain't shut his mouth til' they stand over like, "Nigga, what you say?"
We jumpout, bro go this way, and I'ma take this way
We got every lo, from pop's crib to granny's, where you lay?
Won't take too long to get it done, but just don't rush it
I threw a brrr on the back of a .23, that shit start jumpin'
This shit still deep, 'cause my cousin in the public, you know I'ma up it
And I got a drum in this bitch, there ain't no way I'ma stop dumpin'
We went from bendin' in them Chevy's, to bouncin' out the Benz
Bendin' on the 7 five days straight, like where the fuck Lorenz?
He at the gate and felt buttons, God forgive my sins
Bully lucked up on Walton St, shit they near grazed his head
Who the fuck is these North niggas claimin' that it's beef?
Next time we slid out North, had niggas runnin' with they heat
Watch you want the Kia boy, or SRT Jeep?
Five killers, walk a nigga down with Lanvins on my feet
But I don't like to get dressed, we dress niggas up
Trollin' 'bout that bus shit caught up to 'em, we turned 'em angel dust
We done bent the whole West, where they can't fuck with us
I like to get up close range, and tell 'em, "Hush it up"
Hush your mouth, pop that shit that you was poppin' in
Last nigga tryn' bend my side, he never bent again
It's a bag up on his top, now I'm gon' reel 'em in
Young boul kept on sayin', "Fuck the 9," we fed 'em more than ten
I ain't fuckin' bippin', leave that for the other side
He dissed Lil Baz, that's the same shit that got his brother fried
They don't speak on Lil Ky, 'cause they know niggas died
Pick a side, dick ridin' the C's, Lil Nephew scared to slide

[Chorus]
Murder business, we be on they block for five days straight
Next time we take that trip out North, we might equip the Drac'
We been had videos on tape, I swear you niggas late
That nigga wore a fuckin' scrape, soon as I hit the brakes
I lost BM, shit fucked me up, I charged it to the game
Ain't got no B's or no attempts, can't even say my name
These niggas runnin' with they buttons', talkin' bout hall of fame
Niggas had my drop, but fucked it up, I walked out with that flame

[Outro]
LmgK nigga