BACK 2 BUSINESS

Knots in my pockets got bigger

Playin' with the game like a fiddle

Fuck all the opps, I'm fuckin' they sister

I'm no joke, I ain't tellin' no riddles

Drop a lil' gwap, hit ya block wit' a missle

Ridin' with a Drake-o, fuck a lil' pistol

Shorty 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

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 ya 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, 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 doing 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 lotta problems I deal with

Talkin' 'bout blood, I spill shit

Talkin' no cap, gettin' peeled quick

Over your body, I build, bitch

Said you want smoke, get turnt to a zip

Thought you was a man, but you turnt 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 know what these bitches want me for, that's why I'ma doubt her

I know when she get comfortable she gon' do everything I allow her

I know the place I came from, I know they still whippin' up that powder

I had too many chains on, so I left 'em on when I shower

Got ya 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, 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 doing 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