[Chorus: NBA Youngboy]
[?], I'll never change up
They say that how I'm living, that I need to wake up
I'm slangin' that I'm with it, they'll never frame us
They want me dead but I ain't scared I got my change up
It's a murda, yeah, they screaming out murda yeah
They steady screaming it's a murda, they gotta take my soul
I been thuggin' since a yungen mother f*ck which way it go, gang
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
pus*y n*gga it's a murda, 187
Send your ass to heaven, and send your family blessings
Hit you with the Smith & Wesson, or get your ass like Tekken
Told your pus*y ass to check in, that's what you get for flexin'
I told you I was destined, I told you I was dressin'
Too rich to tote my weapon, Five-Seven cave your chest in
Pop you n*ggas send a message
All for the love of the murda, murda
But I ain't got no time to play, know I keep a f*cking K
And it'll blow your f*cking brain, away
Trippie insane, know I'll never change, just got some change
Ain't nothing to get you whacked off, act hard
It ain't chess or checkers b*tch, n*gga at all
Better live your f*cking best life