BACK 2 BUSINESS

Lyrics

[Intro] I wanna rap Rap-rap [Verse 1] Knots in my pockets got bigger (Knots), playin' with the game like a fiddle (Yeah) Fuck all the opps, I'm fuckin' they sister, I'm no joke, I ain't tellin' no riddles (Woo) Drop a lil' guap, hit your block with a missile, ridin' with a Draco, fuck a lil' pistol (Brrt) Shawty come to me, I ain't gotta go get her (Brrt), had a bitch swallow my seed and you kissed her Mob ties, leave your face in a pasta, take a bad bitch and I put her on my roster Pedal to the metal, I'm goin' full throttle (Skrrt, skrrt, yeah), hit the red carpet and bag me a model (Yeah) Smokin' out the pound, got lean by the bottle (Yeah), piss me off, everybody in trouble (Yeah) Price on my head, I'll pay 'em double (Yeah), we gon' send shots and burst they bubble [Chorus] Got your career on my wrist, yeah, can't nobody fuck my bitch, yeah Pills inside of my piss, yeah, keep the fire (Yeah), gotta ride with a blick', yeah Whole squad got Rollies, don't tick-tick, got it out the mud, out the brick-bricks Everything lit like BIC, bitch, yeah (Yeah), Saint Laurent on my bitch-bitch YCFU, you ain't slick-slick, pants and my jacket Rick-Rick Your girlfriend beg for a flick-flick, had her backstage doin' whippets They told me I'm gon' get hit-hit, thirty rounds in my clip, bitch Turn your new chain to a lick, bitch, time to get back to the business [Verse 2] Got a lot of problems I deal with, talkin' 'bout blood, I spill the shit Talkin' no cap, gettin' peeled quick, over your body, I build, bitch Say you want smoke, get turned to a zip, thought you was a man, but you turned to a bitch Thought you was Blood, now you turned to a Crip, I'll get you whacked for half my 'fit I don't know what these bitches want me for, that's why I'ma doubt 'em (Bitch) I ain't know when she get comfortable, she gon' do everything I allow her I know the place I came from, I know they still whippin' up that powder I had too many chains on, so I left 'em on when I shower (Pop, pop, pop, pop) [Chorus] Got your career on my wrist, yeah, can't nobody fuck my bitch, yeah Pills inside of my piss, yeah, keep the fire (Yeah), gotta ride with a blick', yeah Whole squad got Rollies, don't tick-tick, got it out the mud, out the brick-bricks Everything lit like BIC, bitch, yeah (Yeah), Saint Laurent on my bitch-bitch YCFU, you ain't slick-slick, pants and my jacket Rick-Rick Your girlfriend beg for a flick-flick, had her backstage doin' whippets They told me I'm gon' get hit-hit, thirty rounds in my clip, bitch Turn your new chain to a lick, bitch, time to get back to the business