Devil On My Back lyrics

[Chorus]
Look, all of my n*ggas 'bout business
All of my n*ggas 'bout business
The Maybach windows ain't tinted
I want you to see who up in it
I want you to shoot 'til it clickin'
I want you to pull out your blicky
None of my cars be rented
I'm f*ckin' these broads up in 'em
Hundred thousand in my denim
God help me stop sinning
God help me keep winning
I just brought a Audemars Piguet
It got twenty pointers up in it
I ain't trading my Patek
I ain't duckin' from no static
All of my albums turn classic
All of my b*tches' waists snatched
Some of my n*ggas got hats
We better not catch your ass lackin'
I'm with my Bloods, what's brackin'?
You know you not in my tax bracket
Some of my n*ggas still trappin'
Brought 20 racks up in Magic
All these diamonds on me lookin' flashy
Chanel, it's all on my fabrics
I ain't too much into fashion
But all of these racks that I'm having
[Verse]
Free my bros down the road
Doodoo locked up on the soul
And I just picked up Sosa
When this sh*t gon' be ovеr?
Yeah, I'm on drugs, I'm not sober
Italian leathеr on my sofa
In a Maybach truck, not a Rover
Pray the cops don't pull us over
Yeah, got the Devil on my back
I'm finna go Tesla Plaid
Was pullin' off on your cat
I'm feelin' like the b*tches after me, feelin' like I need to go get a gyat
I'm getting all of this cash
And I know the world gon' be slimey, when they try rob me, that's a new hat
This FN, it's .45, it got a hammer
b*tch, I made it out of Louisiana
Let all my dawgs out, they still in the slammer
Reach for my necklace, I'ma kill you on camera
I'm screaming out, "Self defense!" when I muhf*ckin' blam ya
And you n*ggas ain't taking my brother
'Cause I'm knowing they keeping the hammers
With the D.A. and state, goin' to war
Yeah, they say they got us on camera

[Chorus]
All of my n*ggas 'bout business
All of my n*ggas 'bout business
The Maybach windows ain't tinted
I want you to see who up in it
I want you to shoot 'til it clickin'
I want you to pull out your blicky
None of my cars be rented
I'm f*ckin' these broads up in 'em
Hundred thousand in my denim
God help me stop sinning
God help me keep winning
I just brought the Audemars Piguet
It got twenty pointers up in it
I ain't trading my Patek
I ain't duckin' from no static
All of my albums start classic
All of my b*tches' waists snatched
Some of my n*ggas got hats
We better not catch your ass lackin'
I'm with my Bloods, what's brackin'?
You know you not in my tax bracket
Some of my n*ggas still trappin'
Brought 20 racks up in Magic
These diamonds on me lookin' flashy
Chanel is all on my fabrics
I ain't too much into fashion
But all of these racks, yeah, I'm having