"BACK 2 BUSINESS" lyrics
I wanna rap
Rap-rap
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
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
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)
Hit the red carpet and bag me a model
Smokin' out the pound, got lean by the bottle
Piss me off, everybody in trouble
Price on my head, I'll pay 'em double
We gon' send shots and burst they bubble
Got your career on my wrist, yeah
Can't nobody fuck my bitch, yeah
Pills inside of my piss, yeah
Keep the fire, 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
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 business
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 what these bitches want me for, that's why I'ma doubt 'em (Bitch)
I know when she get comfortable, she gon' do everything I allow her
I know the place I came from, I know they're still whippin' up that powder
I had too many chains on, so I left 'em on when I shower (Pop, pop, pop, pop)
Got your career on my wrist, yeah
Can't nobody fuck my bitch, yeah
Pills inside of my piss, yeah
Keep the fire, 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
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 business
Rap-rap
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
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
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)
Hit the red carpet and bag me a model
Smokin' out the pound, got lean by the bottle
Piss me off, everybody in trouble
Price on my head, I'll pay 'em double
We gon' send shots and burst they bubble
Got your career on my wrist, yeah
Can't nobody fuck my bitch, yeah
Pills inside of my piss, yeah
Keep the fire, 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
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 business
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 what these bitches want me for, that's why I'ma doubt 'em (Bitch)
I know when she get comfortable, she gon' do everything I allow her
I know the place I came from, I know they're still whippin' up that powder
I had too many chains on, so I left 'em on when I shower (Pop, pop, pop, pop)
Got your career on my wrist, yeah
Can't nobody fuck my bitch, yeah
Pills inside of my piss, yeah
Keep the fire, 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
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 business
