Bout My Business (feat. Jayway Sosa)

Yeah, ****, this that real shit

Co-rap worldwide shit, yo

Read up with a nine piece then turn that to a chicken

That's what I'm made from and I ain't never trickin' on bitches

Trap spot, doin' digits, killers with me in the trenches

Plug threw 'em, but I buy from him 'cause he know I'm 'bout my business

Read up with a nine piece then turn that to a chicken

That's what I'm made from and I ain't never trickin' on bitches

Trap spot, doin' digits, killers with me in the trenches

Plug threw 'em, but I buy from him 'cause he know I'm 'bout my business

Na say he want a whole thing

Drought season, he's been taxed

Hit his ass with the devil cross

How my na gon' get it back?

This a different type of situation

Usually we ain't into that

But Trump got the streets fucked up

**** switched to the brown pack

Plugged in with the smoke

We surround wrappin' them P's

We got Nardere ice cream

That's that pure coke I.E

Everything jumpin' back over

****, what the fuck you mean?

These diamonds in my pen

They ran me 'bout a quarter key

And it's 392, poli' ain't gon' catch me

Scat pack, Hellcat demon bitch

Na, I'm all three

Mala, na kick your door

So that work he got free

Pull up, talkin' got you hit

Y'all fuck **** so green

Ten tons, yeah, make it double up

Sell it while it's wet

Call it touch and bust

Fully loaded mag, bust it 'til it's out

Plug at the spot

Bout to make a drop

Down with the front

All in one walk

Traffic keep comin', visc cut knock

Political live by a code, I honor, don't you

Yappas on the backseat

You be ready for the sparkin', don't you

Know this gun ain't got no registration

If you pull it to pop it, won't you

Know some, make you put your partners on 'em

You gon' have somebody droppin', won't you

We all know that's cap

You never seen no trap

Whole half a brown in my lap

Burger bars on the door, all the whips in the back

He a cigarette **** on top of the max

Rollin' up all lit dope, I might not sell a sack

Make-up with a clean bag, no whip on it

Bitch won't let me fuck, I had to stiff on it

Tried to run up with the sack, they put the stick on it

Something APB, I assume they dropped the hit on it

Think they put a brick on it, my line, I caught a fish on it

Read up with a nine piece then turn that to a chicken

That's what I'm made from and I ain't never trickin' on bitches

Trap spot, doin' digits, killers with me in the trenches

Plug threw 'em, but I buy from him 'cause he know I'm 'bout my business

Read up with a nine piece then turn that to a chicken

That's what I'm made from and I ain't never trickin' on bitches

Trap spot, doin' digits, killers with me in the trenches

Plug threw 'em, but I buy from him 'cause he know I'm 'bout my business