Mind Yo Business

I can tell these nigga's scared the way they talk Gold pyrex, I put diamonds on my fork Pull up on your block, white Chalk Chopper bullets skate, Tony Hawk I'ma cut your fingers off if you shout Pop a perc, hit the cup, nigga pause Hundred round drum, round of applause Bitches know I got that bag Santa Claus I drink lean and I pop xans Slaughter Gang, we the Glock clan Poppin' molly nigga, San-Tan I'm back on that bullshit again I wanna fuck your best friend I just went a bought a brand new Benz Bitch I came from the bottom We was starving, we was robbing Mind your business, bitch Mind your business, bitch Mind your business, bitch Mind your business, bitch We ain't with that friendly shit That friendly shit That friendly shit That friendly shit Catch 'em out back, roll the window down and smash Another toe-tagged nigga laying in the grass Five shooters in the back of the Uber nigga and they ready to shoot I tie my laces, I dip in that bag nigga and I take me a boof I'm the Slaughter King nigga, I don't give a fuck about you You get you some money, you get you some fame, these bitches gon' come out the blue Bullet holes in my body, paranoid I'ma pop it If you snitchin' I'ma pop it, wrong move, I'ma drop it .15 in my sock, trappin' at the bus stop Came from a nigga rock, now I got a whole block Mind your business, bitch Mind your business, bitch Mind your business, bitch Mind your business, bitch We ain't with that friendly shit That friendly shit That friendly shit That friendly shit Catch 'em out back, roll the window down and smash Another toe-tagged nigga laying in the grass