Slatt Bizness

Stop hating and get yo cheese right

**** what you bleed like?

Gave my dog a uh, and he gone rrr with that heat right

Heard what 'em name told on woopty woo, 'cause he couldn't see life (On god)

That shit don't be right

Minding my business, **** want me dead from a whole different city

Dime on my head in a whole different city (Pussy)

Tell 'em fuck you, catch up wit me

Two 30 clips, just let 'em rip that's how you roll in 60s

Before the rap pop, I was in the street tryna make the trap rock

Now I still be in the streets, he really made the trap rock

Business never sleep, he like to tweet, he rather stare at ops and cry at glocks

What you think he stand for

Fuck it cop a G ride, I'm hopping out this foreign (Why though)

'Cause this shit getting boring

Called lil boo the 23 'cause he be steppin' like Jordan

In this life that's important

I know these hoes ain't gone ride with me, that's why the guys with me

How the fuck you bro and you ain't ridin' with me?

The streets turned me into a soldier boy

No draco, the business ran by slay though

These big slatts, where yo bitch at (Where she at)

I admit lil dog did that

But you know we got to get back

I was probably with Zack

Stop hating and get yo cheese right

**** what you bleed like?

Gave my dog a uh, and he gone rrr with that heat right

Heard what 'em name told on woopty woo, 'cause he couldn't see life (On god)

That shit don't be right

Minding my business, **** want me dead from a whole different city

Dime on my head in a whole different city

Tell 'em fuck you, catch up wit me

Two 30 clips, just let 'em rip that's how you roll in 60s

That last **** played, somewhere floatin'

I stayed in motion, surviving the motion

I'm way past riding the wave, they be tryna ride the wave

**** I'm tryna create a ocean

And I view how they only be busy 'cause they worried about my business

I'ma keep 'em busy, long as I'm worried 'bout my business

I'm talkin' 'bout that big business, the kind that had my folks put up for a million centuries, get up with me

Lil ****, big dawg around my way, yes I can get you hit boy

Don't approach me man to man about no bitch boy

Come get your bitch boy

By the way you sound just like a bitch boy

A couple bucks will make him blitz, ask my homie about this shit boy

Yeah he was 'bout it 'bout it but he snitched on 'em

Double R gang, not Roddy Rich but i'll put a stick on 'em

Speaking of Roddy Rich, I had that stick in the box for real

Not the one you pack, the one with wheels

Stop hating and get yo cheese right

**** what you bleed like?

Gave my dog a uh, and he gone rrr with that heat right

Heard what 'em name told on woopty woo, 'cause he couldn't see life (On god)

That shit don't be right

Minding my business, **** want me dead from a whole different city

Dime on my head in a whole different city (Pussy)

Tell 'em fuck you, catch up wit me

Two 30 clips, just let 'em rip that's how you roll in 60s