BACK 2 BUSINESS lyrics

[Intro]
I wanna rap
Rap-rap

[Verse 1]
Knots in my pockets got bigger (Knots)
Playin' with the game like a fiddle (Yeah)
f*ck all the opps, I'm f*ckin' they sister
I'm no joke, I ain't tellin' no riddles
Drop a lil' guap, hit your block with a missile
Ridin' with a Draco, f*ck a lil' pistol (Brrt)
Shawty come to me, I ain't gotta go get her
Had a b*tch swallow my seed and you kissed her
Mob ties, leave your face in a pasta
Take a bad b*tch and I put her on my roster
Pedal to the metal, I'm goin' full throttle (Skrrt, skrrt)
Hit the red carpet and bag me a model
Smokin' out the pound, got lean by the bottle
p*ss me off, everybody in trouble
Price on my head, I'll pay 'em double
We gon' send shots and burst they bubble

[Chorus]
Got your career on my wrist, yeah
Can't nobody f*ck my b*tch, yeah
Pills inside of my p*ss, yeah
Keep the fire, gotta ride with a blick, yeah
Whole squad got Rollies, don't tick-tick
Got it out the mud, out the brick, bricks
Everything lit like BIC, b*tch, yeah
Saint Laurent on my b*tch, b*tch
YCFU, you ain't slick, 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, b*tch
Turn your new chain to a lick, b*tch
Time to get back to business
[Verse 2]
Got a lot of problems I deal with
Talkin' 'bout blood, I spill the sh*t
Talkin' no cap, gettin' peeled quick
Over your body, I build, b*tch
Say you want smoke, get turned to a zip
Thought you was a man, but you turned to a b*tch
Thought you was Blood, now you turned to a Crip
I'll get you whacked for half my 'fit
I don't what these b*tches want me for, that's why I'ma doubt 'em (b*tch)
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 (Pop, pop, pop, pop)

[Chorus]
Got your career on my wrist, yeah
Can't nobody f*ck my b*tch, yeah
Pills inside of my p*ss, yeah
Keep the fire, gotta ride with a blick, yeah
Whole squad got Rollies, don't tick-tick
Got it out the mud, out the brick, bricks
Everything lit like BIC, b*tch, yeah
Saint Laurent on my b*tch, b*tch
YCFU, you ain't slick, 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, b*tch
Turn your new chain to a lick, b*tch
Time to get back to business