Down To Business

They got to show me pictures of my opps like, who is that man?
The same nigga we hopped out on, all black like Batman
For all that dissin',
Leave that bitch smellin' just like the trash can
Bitch, ain’t no smilin', I be wylin', they made me a madman (Ha)
Want pressure? Yeah, my nigga down to clear the business
I finger fuck the glizzy plus the stick came wit' some titties
The Glock came wit' a dick, who tryna fuck? He in his feelings
Since he actin' like a pussy, I’m gon' make sure that he feel it
We done hit him sixty times, he got stood over for a minute
My nigga slangin' iron and they’ll die behind the pain
Bitch, I’m throwin' gang signs
I’m out my mind, yeah, I’m a menace
And I’ma bang behind mine, no back and forth, ain’t playin' tennis
And I say how to spin the block and he gon' do it like a frisbee
And I’m like, damn, bro
How the fuck you do that shit without gettin' dizzy?
He want beef? We took his pussy ass like we had a job at Wendy’s
The stick gon' tuck, they know it’s up, I’m like, who tryna get it?
She wanna fuck, I’m like, what’s up? Your back, you gotta bend it
But that’s enough about a slut, let me get back to business
Bitch, you bust him up and hit his skull so it’s a fact, he finished
And that’s a murder, bitch, we do some shit they never heard of
Bitch, we like to swerve on shit, my 23's they down to murk a bitch
I got this dirty stick, fuck Instaa gram, on some in person shit
They shoot, he holdin' steel
Ain’t on no nervous shit, that murder shit
My niggas like to go and take it, they don’t work for shit
Like a big booty bitch when she naked, bitch, we twerkin' bricks
I get the bag, I like to get it fast, like on some urgent shit
Cross over, take a shot and drop his ass, some carry urban shit
I’m sweatin' hard and I’m scratchin' 'cause I’m on the perky’s bitch
You all stop all the lyin', bitch, you ain’t searchin', bitch
You niggas dyin', when we catch you, we been on some lurkin' shit
Forget some nasty bitch wit' your lil' dirty stick
Bitch, we be posted by the stop sign, tell these niggas, stop hidin'
I hope you clutchin' on your Glock now, 'cause bitch, I got mine
Tell these pussy niggas, stop tryin', they playin' shots fired
The Draco shot it in the bitch like you are in stock at
I be flexin' out in Texas, bitch, I got the mob ties
Fuck that textin', we addressin', we already outside
We gon' bless him, wipe his nose and make sure all the snot dry
And since that bitch maybe they can see me we shoot out the outside
We leave his face up on the TV, tell your mama, bye bye
And when it’s done and they achieve it, give my guys a high-five
We got a drive 'cause bitches greasy, they ain’t come from Popeyes
They’re all frowling trigger squeezin' there to make the cops hide
They got to show me pictures of my opps like, who is that man?
The same nigga we hopped out on, all black like Batman
For all that dissin'
Leave that bitch smellin' just like the trash can
Bitch, ain’t no smilin', I be wylin', they made me a madman (Ha)
Want pressure? Yeah, my nigga down to clear the business
I finger fuck the glizzy plus the stick came wit' some titties
The Glock came wit' a dick, who tryna fuck? He in his feelings
Since he actin' like a pussy, I’m gon' make sure that he feel it
Make sure that he feel it, yeah (Hmm)
Make sure that he feel it, yeah (Hmm)
Make sure that he feel it, yeah (Hmm)
Make sure that he feel it, yeah (Hmm)