Business As Usual

Lyrics

[Intro: Drego] Ayy [Verse 1: Drego] If I break a band, she gon' break her neck She give it up, I'ma break her back It's one up, I ain't gotta rack Why you here and you ain't got a rack? These DJs want all my tracks Your weave back, I can see your tracks I ain't shoppin', baby, but I'm in a Saks If I spend it all, I can get it back Did a hundred times, so you know it's facts He play the middle, can't pick a side 'cause he don't even really wanna get in that You need a couple dollars, mhm, go'n 'head, bend it over, let me get in that She ain't ask first, so she ain't gettin' that Lil' dumb-ass bitch been a rat Show her whole body on thе internet Show her wholе body on the internet Walk past the hook, he ain't see the strap If you want a hook, I'ma need a stack If you want a bar, you gon' need to stack If you get caught, you better not rat Better watch what you sayin' in the raps Them people be lookin' into that [Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG & G.T.] Ayy, who got some Hi-Tech red? I'm lookin' into that Lil' bitch say I fucked two, three times, shit, I don't remember that If I take your shit, you can't get it back Small cream soda, your rent in that Bust a nigga head, he need fixin' flat Thick Black bitch with Brazilian tracks I'll stuff some K9 in her kitty-cat Got a sale for a split, only got a zip, damn, I need Similac Only hit the work if it's beneficial Knot thicker than a roll of toilet paper, nigga, yours thinner than a strip of tissue I'm a dog when it come to my chicken, I ate a piece, then I bit the gristle Hundred shots when I grip the pistol (Ayy) If I hit somethin' extra, then it's incidental Sloppy head when she suck me up, she spit so much, she need an instrumental Hit the scene with a double cup, you drunk as fuck, think I'm sippin' liquor (Ayy) [Verse 3: G.T.] Rap niggas, I don't even feel 'em Cut that nigga out in the middle Wrap 'em three times when you send 'em When they touch down, nigga, I'ma deal 'em Hit the ho, I was just chillin' Mr. Big Shot like I'm Chauncey Billups Nigga ran off, we gon' have to kill him Need it whipped up, then give me thirty minutes Got four ounces in my lemonade The blow phone did ten a day I was somewhere by Fairmount and Hayes Gotta play it safe if you in the game You ain't never ever feel my pain Where was you when I ain't have a thing? I was all alone goin' down the way On them long rides on that bus and train I'll stuff that ho and we gon' send her back This Palm Angels cost two racks and I got it on before it hit the rack Bro, I had some dough before I wrote a track Bro, cut it out, you ain't doin' that Playin' tough, that'll get you stretched I'm 'bout to hit the K, I got on blue and black [Verse 4: BandGang Masoe] Money Bro, relax We'll beat a nigga ass blue and black We ain't mail these, we flew 'em back I was just hangin' where they boo 'em at You ain't see other niggas doin' that Niggas callin' in to get jewelry back I'm in a country town gettin' Fendi sacks Finna run it back, Devin Hester Headshot mafia, fuck that vest I ain't been stressed, nigga, I been blessed It's chess, not checkers, nigga, pick your match Got it all on me, ain't no "Be right back" Everybody ask how it get like that My response, ho, nigga, it been like that Bro locked down, still runnin' through racks Pullin' up tall 'cause we bendin' 'Cats All cash money, I married the racks Still tryna figure out my dog turned rat Once you switch, you can't turn back Once you switch, nigga, you can't turn back Tryna figure out my dog turned rat Once you switch, you can't switch back How my dog turned rat Once you switch, nigga Money