Down to Business

歌詞

Trap jumpin' like TwoThree Huh, uh (Jah Heat It Up), huh, uh 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 wildin', 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 gon hit him sixty times, he got stood over for a minute My nigga slangin' iron and they'll die behind... Bitch, I throw up 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 yatta 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 cook his pussy ass like we had a job at Wendy's They like rep on shit we step on shit without a pair of titties 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, we 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 Instagram, on some imperson 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 Kyrie Irvin shit I'm sweatin' hard and I'm scratchin' 'cause I'm on them Perky's, bitch I ain't hard to find, bitch, stop all that lyin', bitch, you ain't searchin', bitch You niggas dyin' when we catch you, we been on some lurkin' shit Or catch him fuckin' that nasty bitch wit' your lil' dirty dick 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 firin' The Draco shorter than a bitch like where you at this stock hidin' 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 think he can see me, we shoot out the opps eyes We leave his face up on the TV, tell your mama bye-bye Then when it's done and they achieve it, give my guys a high-five We clutchin' drums, them bitches greasy, they ain't come from Popeyes And where I'm from we trigger squeezin', damn near 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 wildin', they made me a madman (Ha) Want pressure? Yeah, my nigga down to clear the business 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)