OUT YA BUSINESS

Lyrics

I am out your business But I can kick it to you, give you knowledge if you listen Just grind until it's finished Keep 'em out your business They probably ain't gon' frisk me, so I sneak in with the blicky Then leave out with the bitches [Verse 1] Music, weed, and alcohol I ain't have no sleep in like two days like I'm on Adderall Took her home and had a ball, breakfast with the Tylenol When I say took her home, ain't talkin' 'bout my crib, nigga, not at all Make me sick 'cause I'm a dog Where his purse? 'Cause he a bitch Nigga hate hisself, so he leave comments when he see the pics I act like I ain't see the shit The nigga still ain't found hisself I told him, fuck it, go jump off a bridge today and drown to death I don't mean no harm, I'm tryna help A lot of these lil' niggas in the way, tired of these niggas, so give 'em game Prowl on these niggas, I'm in the paint, fire on me while I was getting a fade Go to work on you niggas, I'm clocking in I was focused before, now I'm locking in I'm on go and I bet I won't stop again I don't want her no more, I'ma swap the Benz I don't look like you niggas, don't call me twin And my mama don't know you, don't call me bro And ain't no hope for this motherfuckin' generation Ain't no women left, you gotta find a ho And ain't no real niggas left for the women either Did her dirty and now that bitch getting even He got comfortable, that nigga didn't see it He in love with the ho and she still an eater [Chorus] But I am out your business But I can kick it to you, give you knowledge if you listen Just grind until it's finished Keep 'em out your business They probably ain't gon' frisk me, so I sneak in with the blicky Then leave out with the bitches [Post-Chorus] But I am out your business, nigga Yeah, I am out your business I'm out there, yeah [Verse 2] Fuck it, nigga, spin again Having too much fun on these lil' beats, feel like a kid again Feel just like I'm ten again This shit hit like riding a bike Do this shit again, again (Again, again) Me and her talking our shit, we in here getting it in Both us in here dripping sweat, I'm a chocolate nigga, M&Ms Walking on this shit, look how I'm talking, this shit getting serious Be done punched you in your motherfuckin' mouth with them ol' big veneers I'm the best rapper alive for the next fifty years [Chorus] Nigga, I am out your business But I can kick it to you, give you knowledge if you listen Just grind until it's finished Keep 'em out your business Probably wouldn't frisk me, so I sneak in with the blicky Then leave out with the bitches [Outro] Pussy, weed, and alcohol Yeah, yeah Baby