Grown Business (feat. 76Liltez)

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Shit, drop money, and it ain't first
Nigga, y'all got tears with me
F*ck, y'all a little niggas
Y'all got shit, we ain't got no music video, y'all got bricks

F*ck you talkin' bout, nigga, I got my shit
Nigga, I'm talkin' real crazy, but I'm up in this bitch
And I'm bout to go to sleep, nigga, I walk up in my crib
Nigga, I ain't lyin', this ain't no fuckin' fear

What the f*ck you talkin' bout
Nigga, I'm on my grind, I'm busy
Nigga, I'm done, f*ck, gon' hug
But they all up in my mansion

Nigga, and they up in my view
Lookin' for a mission
Cause you know they tryna get to me
But they need permission

With no friction, we're the fuckin' heat
With that bro, nigga, where you gon' eat
F*ck, you know you can't compare it to the joe money
Nigga, yeah, f*ck you talkin' bout, man

F*ck you talkin' bout, nigga, I got my shit
Nigga, I'm talkin' real crazy, but I'm up in this bitch
And I'm bout to go to sleep, nigga, I walk up in my crib
Nigga, I ain't lyin', this ain't no fuckin' fear

What you talkin' bout, nigga, I got my shit
Nigga, I'm talkin' real crazy, but you know I'm in this bitch
And I'm bout to go to sleep, nigga, I walk up in my crib
F*ck, bitch, I ain't lyin

Nigga, you sound like a motherfuckin' bitch
Nah, bitch, you can't come over here with no fuckin' dutch
Nigga, I need a frontal leaf
Before you touch my soul and get in touch

Nigga, I'm out here rappin' real shit
Nigga, it's not a bluff
I down, fell in love with this rap shit
Like it's my crush

What
Yeah, bitch, you don't want it
It's addictive
Got my whole fam

Right behind me, nigga, they gon' split shit
Hold on, got my nigga, test, do it
Hit you in your 50
Nigga, you know we did it

Need me tag-team
Tag-team, tag-team that bitch
Now, bitch, I'm needed
I just want a fuckin' head, bitch

I'ma hit you one, two, three times
Hit you tens, look
I done lost my mind to shit
It was head-tickin

Five, six, seven bullets at his head
Them niggas hoes, hell yeah
Y'all just be runnin' to the feds
Every time I get your mom

Tryna bust a nigga head
And your bitch a little freak
She tryna twist that nigga dread
When I run from you, nigga

I'll attack your fuckin' leg
I been jumped up that porch
Yeah, I said what I said
You were fully on me, nigga, for protection

Rockin' niggas sleep
Like, damn, nigga, it's your bedtime
Yeah, I popped in your man's A slot
I should've shot his ass

That's your fuckin' candlelight
Keep a rubber band on my shit
To keep my bands tight
Damn, niggas really hoes

Boy, I lit that fan light
I was here, then I dropped the phone
And came straight
Every time I slide, I got my jury

He tryna hit his nigga face
Oh, he said what
That's another case
Blowin' opps every day

I take him to the face
Seven, six
Nigga
Yeah

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