Business Lyrics

Can't fuck with these niggas and bitches, they playing

Fucked her to sleep, then I woke her ass up

Bruh that shit was so funny, she thought she was staying

Get to that money and run up them bands

Niggas be toting them pistols but really I rather just give you these hands

Shit I live a life that you can't understand

And I did this shit by my motherfucking self, ain't no way that I need me a motherfucking hand

These little bity niggas can't do what I can

I'm in the trap, wrap it up in suran

I got to do I what do, got to stick to the plan

These hoe little niggas gone know, we ain't playing

I'm high than bitch, I don't think I'm a land

And I do shit for my motherfucking fam

And I do this shit for my brothers and sisters

Deal with the pain, so I drink up the liquor

I use to eat zannies and ride with the pistol

Then get a little freak to come eat up the pickle

I'll serve him a dime, I'll serve him a nickel

I'm sipping on syrup, while I'm in my vehicle

Remember, we put all them pounds in the rental

And now we gone body every instrumental

Dukie Lump, boy I am not a pretender

Popping these zans, I don't think I remember

Prescription like candy, I chew them like dinner

We got what you need, I pull up and deliver

Ups, Fed Ex, Amazon the pack gone be on time

Big blue, hell of muddy, wochkard only pour two lines

Banana clip, monkey bars, playground, swear to God we sliding

You peewee, junior high, Eli, bitch I'm a giant

I get that backwood, I'm packing it

See the sack, tackle it

Thought we was capping, so we put a cap in him

Dropped him down to a knee just like he Kapernick

We not with that acting shit, we get to clapping shit

Won't be no accident

We can't settle for less we ain't average

Got to go get that salad quick ,Run up them digits

I'm smoking exotic, can't twist up no midget

Im out Oklahoma

I'm from Mississippi, I keep this shit pimping

Won't entertain bitches bringing up you niggas

Feeling like Popeye, chasing all this spinach

Mississippi, Oklahoma the business

Only thing I know is don't leave a witness

I came out the motherfucking trenches, my nigga we different

It ain't no way I'm a change how I'm living

I stack it , I flip it, and then I repeat it

Bring me the Coochi, you know I'm a eat it

Fucked her to the weekend, it was on the weekend

A nigga stayed down but they just can't believe it

We can achieve it

Only see her Sunday just like the deacon

Damn Leww why the fuck you keep preaching

Man somebody got to teach them

Listen when a real nigga be speaking

All these other niggas be tweaking

Shoot him down if he think he got defense

Sipping syrup, boy this not butter pecan

All of these bitches and niggas, they geeking

Can't fuck with these niggas and bitches, they playing

Fucked her to sleep, then I woke her ass up,

Bruh that shit was so funny, she thought she was staying

Get to that money and run up them bands

Niggas be toting them pistols but really I rather just give you these hands

Shit I live a life that you can't understand

And I did this shit by my motherfucking self

Ain't no way that I need me a motherfucking hand

These little bity niggas can't do what I can

I'm in the trap, wrap it up in suran

I got to do I what do, got to stick to the plan

These hoe little niggas gone know we ain't playing

I'm high than bitch, I don't think I'm a land

And I do shit for the motherfucking fam

And I do this shit for my brothers and sisters

Deal with the pain, so I drink up the liquor

I use to eat zannies and ride with the pistol

Then get a little freak to come eat up the pickle

I'll serve him a dime, I'll serve him a nickel

I'm sipping on syrup while I'm in my vehicle

Remember we put all them pounds in the rental

And now we gone body every instrumental