Lyrics:
what I become
Spill some lies you get bust
You can keep me out you're business
There ain't no us
Said you here to stay and that was sus
I'll forgive but
Guns N Ammo, I must think I'm Rambo
Through money, guns, and crime, BGE, yeah that's my famo
I handle wicks like a candle
Pull a drive-by out a Lambo
I'll come to through
Cos I get confidence
I put it on point and I mind my business
Make the fire burn dem
Let dem know say , me I no well
Omo gboro ni mi
I'm a killer by the way a nigga bleed
Forever TRU I'm gone roll to your motherfuckin' city
If I come to a show I've got a hundred thugs with me
(What?)
(Facts this nigga got me fucked
All the way up) yo, you never killed men
Show your true colors, you a chameleon
Like Wack100 told 6IX9INE, you
crash out like Whitney
Can't have a gun but I'm twenty-one with it
He testing my savage I'm knocking his fitted
I'll get him gone i can pay a lil ticket
I
on the crossfade
Cuts like a battleaxe
You try to bite, get iced, my raps are boobytraps
Claim of mine, designed by the Ice himself
You beg for mercy as you read
get up in it construction no limit
Pin it like a cat in a dog fight
We gone get it on tonight
For all y'all who put up the wall to stall
But didn't
the finger blunts of sticky in the honey backwood
Damn baby what it do
Booty fat like I like she taking selfies by the pool
Instagram no filter (Goddess)
Lord
standin' by my leg
I can't stand right (Uh, uh)
If this was The Source days
I'd get five mics, ugh
Chain heavy, gun heavy, but the Benz fast
Niggas braggin'
your seat at?
Where your plate, where your lobster, where your sea bass?
We ain't never left, acting like we back
You should see us now taking pictures
boy
so keep your mind on your business
the streets don't love you naw
so keep your game legit
she say she love you for life
you gettin cash by the K
she
Potter
The tip of my pen, there's nothing hotter
Cause the bars it writes overtime at night creates heat like a gun in a missile fight
Get your biceps
To take your soul, rearrange it with flows
You're unknown, come across our line, you get blown
Too many bids, ain't no puttin' together
Restorin' your
breed)
Fuck, man, they don't make niggas like they used to, dawg (last of a dyin' breed)
Niggas tryna get a nigga sideways and shit, nigga (ayy)
It's
has em flexing enough to describe what it's like to be dead
Imminent virtues for the dealings to hurt you - no question the lesson? It's business
are not convincin'
When Detroit blocks stay flocked with henchman
Niggas get popped for instance, infrared dot for distance
Get knocked by the cops,
Once they like it that's your validation
But if they don't pay no mind your mind fucked
Stealing peoples energy with your pictures and videos
Shaking
a right and then a left
Over there by Safeway and when ya get there page me
Punch in how much you want to spend
Separate the 20's from the 1's
a right and then a left
Over there by Safeway and when ya get there page me
Punch in how much you want to spend
Separate the 20's from the 1's
Sit your wig in this bitch
Crack your head in this bitch
Beat your ass is this bitch
So keep poppin let your mouth
And get fucked up like a bitch
my top really standin' on Business he step on a nigga get sturdy
Pushed out to the hood got him clutchin' his gun Round them wolves he nervous
I speak
don't got the time for who copped where (who copped where)
Cause trying to run off on the plug'll get you Tupac'd there ('ll get you Tupac'd there)
Like
to
Got a business meeting, blowin' dope up in the venu
Check
Get money like Keith
Hit him with the Draco
Leave his ass sleepy
Niggas is mad cause niggas
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