Back 2 Business Songtext
I wanna rap
Rap-rap
Knots in my pockets got bigger (Knots)
Playin' with the game like a fiddle (Yeah)
Fuck all the opps, I'm fuckin' they sister
I'm no joke, I ain't tellin' no riddles
Drop a little guap, hit your block with a missile
Ridin' with a Draco, fuck a lil' pistol (Brrt)
Shorty come to me, I ain't gotta go get her
Rap-rap
Knots in my pockets got bigger (Knots)
Playin' with the game like a fiddle (Yeah)
Fuck all the opps, I'm fuckin' they sister
I'm no joke, I ain't tellin' no riddles
Drop a little guap, hit your block with a missile
Ridin' with a Draco, fuck a lil' pistol (Brrt)
Shorty come to me, I ain't gotta go get her
Had a bitch swallow my seed and you kissed her
Molotovs, leave your face in a pasta
Take a bad bitch and I put 'em on my roster
Pedal to the metal, I'm goin' full throttle (Skrrt)
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 your 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 on tick-tick
Got it out the mud, out the brick, bricks
Everything lit like big, bitch (Yeah)
Saint Laurent on my bitch, bitch
Why [?] you ain't slick
Pants and my jacket Rick, Rick Your girlfriend beg for a flick, flick
Had her backstage doin' whippets
They told me I'm gon' get hit, hit
Thirty rounds in my clip, bitch
Take a new chain, do a lick, bitch
Time to get back to business
Got a lot of problems I deal with
Talkin' 'bout blood, I spill shit
Talkin' no cap, get a peel quick
OVO body, I build, bitch
Say you want smoke, get turned to a zip
Thought you was a man, but you turned 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 what these bitches want me for, that's why I'ma doubt 'em (Bitch)
I know when she get comfortable, she gon' do everything I allow her
I know the place I came from, I know they're still whippin' up that powder
I had too many chains on, so I left 'em on when I shower
Got your 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 on tick-tick
Got it out the mud, out the brick, bricks
Everything lit like big, bitch (Yeah)
Saint Laurent on my bitch, bitch
Why [?] you ain't slick
Pants and my jacket Rick, Rick
Your girlfriend beg for a flick, flick
Had her backstage doin' whippets
They told me I'm gon' get hit, hit
Thirty rounds in my clip, bitch
Take a new chain, do a lick, bitch
Time to get back to business
Molotovs, leave your face in a pasta
Take a bad bitch and I put 'em on my roster
Pedal to the metal, I'm goin' full throttle (Skrrt)
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 your 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 on tick-tick
Got it out the mud, out the brick, bricks
Everything lit like big, bitch (Yeah)
Saint Laurent on my bitch, bitch
Why [?] you ain't slick
Pants and my jacket Rick, Rick Your girlfriend beg for a flick, flick
Had her backstage doin' whippets
They told me I'm gon' get hit, hit
Thirty rounds in my clip, bitch
Take a new chain, do a lick, bitch
Time to get back to business
Got a lot of problems I deal with
Talkin' 'bout blood, I spill shit
Talkin' no cap, get a peel quick
OVO body, I build, bitch
Say you want smoke, get turned to a zip
Thought you was a man, but you turned 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 what these bitches want me for, that's why I'ma doubt 'em (Bitch)
I know when she get comfortable, she gon' do everything I allow her
I know the place I came from, I know they're still whippin' up that powder
I had too many chains on, so I left 'em on when I shower
Got your 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 on tick-tick
Got it out the mud, out the brick, bricks
Everything lit like big, bitch (Yeah)
Saint Laurent on my bitch, bitch
Why [?] you ain't slick
Pants and my jacket Rick, Rick
Your girlfriend beg for a flick, flick
Had her backstage doin' whippets
They told me I'm gon' get hit, hit
Thirty rounds in my clip, bitch
Take a new chain, do a lick, bitch
Time to get back to business
