Out My Business

Come on now

Ah

5'4 with more heart than the biggest, though

Don't let it go, we steady gold at lettin' triggers go

That's your hoe, yeah, I know, still gotta fuck her, though

We all ballin', shit feel kind of like the Rucker though

Close to a deal but sick I had to lose my brother, though

Nindo, all I know need cheddar, though

Mill's voice man, the pigs'll never let 'em go

Life, leave your bitch ass on ice

Get into it broad-day you'll be dead by the night

Went to sleep, woke up to news man, this shit don't seem right

Tucci called, I'm off a four, juice washin' down the rice

Buffs on, dark tint, I'm just dimmin' down them lights

Bitches bout that fuckin' life, they know what them hunnids like

I can do this in my sleep, this shit really somethin' light

Sorry, Momma, I ain't right, I'm just caught up in the life

But uh, bitch, get out my business I ain't ask you

Back the fuck up, all these bands gave me the cash flu

Call Rose, tell that **** bring the bags through

But you wouldn't know about that though, you too fragile

Run up on some stupid shit and get the Mag' drew

You a stupid ****, I wouldn't even put it past you

My lil' **** poppin' pills like they cashews

I can't even blame 'em, they pop them and act casual

Rose playin' so I had to get the bag flew

Choppin' down bowls, seen more sticks than a bamboo

Now I'm going on vacation out in Cancún

Just to show you broke-ass **** what them bands do

Them bands buying bowls and bitches bags

Runnin' off with mine, I'm sendin' Mone to go get his ass

Garbage bags filled with cash, bitches think it's trash

In the hallways grabbing ass, I was missin' class

But the streets taught me well, always keep my scale

Thinkin' bout Dotts, we was just ridin', hitting sales

Real **** up in heaven, pussies go to hell

Glock with the beam, plus the clip in it long as hell

Good Larry and Cuz got blow for sell

Hook hit the stash just know a **** makin' bail

But, bitch, get out my business, I ain't asked you

Aye, bitch, why you all in my shit?

Matter fact, thousand pills can you stuff all this shit

Ay, meanwhile the hood hot, the Feds sliding down

**** that irk off this bitch, we'll chop 'em down

Last dummy slid down, put his chopper down

**** touch me, then we comin' at your mama now

This ain't a fairytale, we gotta bottle every bale

We got 'em comin' through the mail, bitch UPS ringin' bells

Aye, ****, what's the problem?

Yeah, the Bandman, ****, got 'em

We got the oil base, they got the spoiled face

****, I know they hate, ****, I know I'm great

These **** say they kill, they just really acting

Ay, boy, your ass need some target practice

Boy, get out your feelings before you get blasted