risky business Lyrics

W-w-way too many people that don't wanna scrap and run

Vengeance swiping' down and grab what they was tucking

Busting one

(Busting two)

(Busting three)

Army movies cannot handle this degree

Free the dogs until they free

Keep these shots so close

I shoot a movie

Call of Duty, shooting cars

Movie star, shooting star

They shoot em' up, then shoot a star

Shadow beaming', hollowed tip

Call my phone, you call the crypt

Risky business, who the shit?

Whiskey sickness, take a hit

(Take a hit)

Friday talking, leaning chair

Damn, angel dust, yuh

22 and 23's

Might fate you into dust

Giggle laughing, it don't matter

Bullets hopping, kid in play

I might see the gates

I think someone seen my chain

"I can steal your fate"

"Make an equal trade"

"Do this, keep me paid"

"Do this everyday"

Fuck that bitch

Whip that shit

Crash that hood

Brick by brick

Y'all get fucked

Porno flick

I stand in the middle

Zoro shit

Gun gun, hip-fire

Who want this fire?

Cocked on, popped off

Grip that trigger tighter

Smoke getting handed out

Press that shit

Smoke don't run out

Handle this

One more time

We all might die

Neck get checked when you fly too high

Gun gun, hip-fire

Who want this fire?

Cocked on, popped off

Grip that trigger tighter

Smoke getting handed out

Press that shit

Smoke don't run out

Handle this

One more time

We all might die

Neck get checked when you fly too high

Yuh, yuh, yuh

I compete from where I stand

I see the dead

I complete the final scam

It's where were lead

Bullets, lead

Keep that price tag on my neck

Wear my chain till' I get checked

If it ain't snatched, I know what's next

But if I detach, I know I

Yuh

They hurling stones

Heavy tossing with the shits

Yuh

On burning roads

Steady hauling in the whips

You don't see it

When they slid

Ripped my page

A different script

Bop his head for talking shit

Do that one more time you clipped

Let it go

You a ghost

Not a host

I do the most

Leave you circled by your peers

This a funeral, not a roast

Ain't no room for acting sweet

This act will kill, attracting fleet

Sweep you under running feet

Risky business, capped in streets

Gun gun, hip-fire

Who want this fire?

Cocked on, popped off

Grip that trigger tighter

Smoke getting handed out

Press that shit

Smoke don't run out

Handle this

One more time

We all might die

Neck get checked when you fly too high

Gun gun, hip-fire

Who want this fire?

Cocked on, popped off

Grip that trigger tighter

Smoke getting handed out

Press that shit

Smoke don't run out

Handle this

One more time

We all might die

Neck get checked when you fly too high