Lyrics:
bullets flying by my titties
Hear em whizzing, when they missing
They ain't hitting nothing like a fight with scary bitches
Joe budden, I would pump it up
from out the trenches
Ain't no problem dats too big
Dat if we sit, dat we can't fix
My nigga, my nigga
Keep dem hoes out our business
And dem niggas
me, I handle the business when it's time to get it, I zone in
I'm the same way if I'm with fifty niggas who be killin' or I'm by my lonely
I be
rap radio show
So mean, so clean, Crip back to tha block
Then brag to da homie, show 'em what you got
It's a gangsta jack and gangsta plaque
And they
Open up my mouth
And these hoes are gonna be blinded
Lining em up, like they on Soul Train
Lil' Trae off the chain
Better get my change
When I hit
me backwards go figure
Wouldnt give me the loan for dat business
Surrounded my home by the liquor
Got this shit gettin ugly
Poisoning stuff to eat
wit a couple friends
Fuck em make em leave then never hit em with the link again
Iced out chain with the all gold watches
They want dough but i
on some business shit
And I get the brick
I really wanna bust the brick
But I don't wanna touch the brick
I sell da bitch
The whole n shit
An you can get
you timid don't slide I'm a wild homie
Really make em' go inside and get that fire for me
I don't give no fuck bout none of that
They gon try me one
choking green by the pound
[Frayser Boy]
I'm rolling with the Three 6 let em peep this
Make the heat spit Leave em speechless
You don't won't no beef trick
they know what's up
I'm unseen and I'm in the cut about extra shit
I don't give a fuck
When I'm on the phone, don't interrupt
When I'm talking business
Ecosport got em turnin around
Ain’t no doordashes here, got em turnin em down
Tryina act grown til I sit yo ass down
Click da blickity quick make you lay yo
da kisses but you gon' sale dat ass
Real pimps shit, yeah, I keep an hour glass
Now young shawties saleing by the hour ass
I don't give 'em nothin'
(Let the beat ride out Ju)
Keep the world up out my business, I'm stayin' independent
My brother is so distant, I'm just prayin' that he get it
We
career, I supposed to be right back there with dem
I owed it to him, I know it I show it
Don't wanna blow it or pour it
For da streets, give me a beat
Watch me get it get the fuck up out my business (Out my business)
Better run away cuz Imma kill the witness (Kill the witness)
I'm just just trying
got niggas grippin
Who pull up wit da stick in
& if you gotta problem imma let em know to fix it
Static kid on dis end
Getting to the chicken
I
a nigga rapping but I'm still with it
I can't let em treat me like no mil Ticket
Hitting home runs roll Barry bonds
Pull up by myself aine scared of nun
Real town biz, I'm a problem in my prime
I go stupid, that Bentley my new scrape thang
Check in the telly, give 'em the fake name
Where I'm from, if
Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gat that ass if I don't shank ya
Glock shooter, dumpin' 'em up in ditches
Givin' them niggas stitches, smokin' them with the peoples
, they hind em, they hind em
Them Feds find em, they find em, they find em
Don’t get surprised with a letter in the mail
They got him by
to me
Put em' blast, put em' on game, I give em' floor seats
She tried to tell me my love is protected, she kept insuring me
If I tell her to pull up
the business of grown man
The choice was yours and now your zero in 4 days
Got nigga from the old days who kill in cold ways
We giving em work and now they
Earthquake hit quick, wake da ground
D-damn!, Just, first round!
Buckle up, goin' down
One verse, watch how, kill it, Da Man, want 'em da feel it
Ain't
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