Murder Man Lyrics by NBA YoungBoy – Murder Man is the Brand New English Song from the album “Don’t Try This At Home”, featuring YoungBoy Never Broke Again. YoungBoy Never Broke Again has sung this Latest English Song, while Murder Man Song Lyrics are penned by YoungBoy Never Broke Again and NeilOnDaTrack, with Music produced by NeilOnDaTrack, and this Brand New Music video has been released in March 2023.

Murder Man NBA YoungBoy Lyrics

(Lyrics From Snippet)

(It’s Lil Neil On The Track, So You Know The Beat Retar-)
We Gon’ Pull Up With The Mop Sticks, Yeah
What You On, N!gga? It’s Youngboy
I Heard Them N!ggas Say They Want Murder
B!tch, You Know We Be On That, You Heard Me?
Free All My N!ggas Out That Cell
All Of Us Got A Hat N!gga, Yeah
B!tch A*s Boy, N!gga
You Gon’ Lay In Your Grave Just Like The Other
Gang

All I Know Is Straight Murder, N!gga
NBA, Know You Heard Of, N!gga
N!gga Let Me Know If You Wan’ Bang With Me
Finna Kill Your A*s, It’s Urgent N!gga

Cut Throat, I’m A Dirty, N!gga
Do That Boy A*s Dirty, N!gga
Ridin’ Round With This .30, N!gga
Came Through And I Was Swervin’, N!gga

Play, I’ma Knock Your Top Off
One, I’ma Get You Knocked Off
These Pu*sy As*s N!ggas Be Throwin’ Slangs
I Shoot, You Better Not Cop Out

This Draco Blow The Curb Out
This .40 Gon’ Blow Out The Enginе
They Blow, I Done Et Thе Word Out
Compliments, This From The Dada, N!gga

I’m The F*ckin’ Murder Man
I’m The Reason That He Dead
I’m The One Who Slumped Your Man
And Killed The Other From That Playin’, B!tch

B!tch, Now, Who Want Smoke?
Thought It Was Him, It Was His B!tch
Let Me Tell You How That Go
I’m The F*ckin’ Murder Man (Murder, Murder)

We Knocked Him Off Soon As He Land
Tell The Police, “Kiss My A*s” (Murder, Murder)
Got My Glock, Tucked Right Down In My Pants (Murder, Murder)
N!gga, You Can Go To Playin’, Put That .30 On Your A*s (Murder, Murder)

N!gga, Now You Want Smoke?
That Rapper, He’ll Ask You, What You Doin’?
Yeah, That B!tch A*s N!gga Know I Run With All These Killers
They Too Influenced, Man Snuck Who? Yeah, B!tch, I Blew It
In Front The Police, F*ck The Units

When It’s Up Don’t Talk, Let’s Do It
Make One Move, And I’ma Shoot It
Pull On Side Me, Get The .30, Pop It
Drive Fast, I Can’t Let ’em Stop Me

Out The Window, N!gga Slangin’ That Rocket
Make Sure You Aimin’ At That N!gga Noggin
Got A Hundred Somethin’ Grand In My Pocket
Got Diamonds On Me Beatin’ Like They Rocky

Got Crip B!tches Gettin’ Out They Body
Real Right, Real Blood, I’m Ridin’
I Take A Three And Connect It To Four
Slicin’ The Half In The Back, Like A Roll

From Shootin’ To Fightin’, You Know That We Roll
I’m A 38 Baby, The Life That I Chose
Got A Real B!tch, I Fell Back From Them Hoes
Hot Up In This B!tch, But My Chain On Froze

Northside, They Was Slangin’ Them Poles
Last Night, Ask Me How Do I Know
Fifty Shots Jumpin’ Out Of The Glizzy
Ben Say The B!tch Was Jumpin’ Them Fences

Spin Again For To See If You Get ’em
One More Go Around, If You Catch ’em You Zip ’em
I’m A Made N!gga, And You See How I’m Livin’
Respect For Dej, Keep Her Out Of My Business

I’m A Thug N!gga Wit’ Too Many Feelings
I Go Lay On Side Her While I’m Pullin’ The Killin’
In A Drop Top, Candy Paint, Wit’ Them Thangs
Like A Old Head, I Got [?]

Where The White Walls And The Speakers Bang
All Them Cars Behind Me, That Be That Gang
Get The Drop, We Pull Up And See
In The Yard, Even In The Street

Flame Last Thing He Gon’ See
Tell Them Other Pu*sy N!ggas They Can’t Sleep
Tell Them N!ggas That I’m Still Thuggin’
One Body, Two Body, Three

On Instagram, You Can Talk That Sh!t
You Gon’ Be The Fourth N!gga, Watch And See
I Ain’t On All That, Exposin’ Hoes
Lame Sh!t, That Ain’t How It Go
You Make It Hard For Her To Trust
And The Real N!ggas Who Gon’ Hold It Down
But Guess What?

I’m The F*ckin’ Murder Man
I’m The Reason That He Dead
I’m The One Who Slumped Your Man
And Killed The Other From That Playin’, B!tch

B!tch, Now, Who Want Smoke?
Thought It Was Him, It Was His B!tch
Let Me Tell You How That Go
I’m The F*ckin’ Murder Man (Murder, Murder)

We Knocked Him Off Soon As He Land
Tell The Police, “Kiss My A*s” (Murder, Murder)
Got My Glock, Tucked Right Down In My Pants (Murder, Murder)
N!gga, You Can Go To Playin’, Put That .30 On Your A*s (Murder, Murder)

Oh, Now, You Want Smoke? (Who?)
N!gga, You Want Smoke?

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Written by: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & NeilOnDaTrack

Murder Man Song Info:

Don’t Try This At Home Album Tracklist

Home of the Land
Don Dada
NEXT
Biggest Flexer
Demon Party
Hell For This
Lil Mama
WTF
Big Truck
Rear View
Members Only
What You Say
Cemetery Lifestyle

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