Mob Business (feat. Styles P & Benny the Butcher)

Uh-uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, they know

Huh, it's my business, ****

Mm, look

We was hard-headed, underrated, cold-hearded

Now they hate us for the fact we made it the farthest (**** better than ****)

Ninth-grader, when the feds made him a target

He don't wanna do no wrong, just imitatin' his father

Cop foreign, straight-eight, and Dodge Charger (Skrrt)

Brand new Glocks and Drac's, they can't harm us

True mobsters, smoke up, like weed rosters

No impostors, look out, the streets watchin'

Seen profits, it's beef, we bring chopsticks (Dat-dat-dat)

Many Glocks spit, the switch is spittin' hot shit (Brr)

Know we locked in, from Harlem, way to Bompton

And we top ten, on blogs we be the topic

Tell 'em stop it, we got it, them **** dropped it

Did a Gangsta Grillz with Drama, soon as I hopped in

Steak and lobster, spilled blood over this pasta (Dat-dat-dat-dat-dat-dat)

Used to play the rock with my ****, I feel like Hoffa (They know)

****, this mob business

And I don't trust no **** if it ain't my ****

You gon' die in the middle, so pick a side, ****

**** screamin', "It's love," but he ain't ride with us

He ain't ride, uh

It's do or die, ****

Just give me teflon love until we die, **** (Teflon love)

Whether right or you wrong, I'm gon' slide with you (BSF)

Me and you against the world, I'm pickin' sides with you

You know I'm ridin' with you, they know, uh

We could ride on these ****, or we could walk and get 'em

Fish-scale and the snorkel when I had Porsche visions

Took a block, then another block (Facts)

Now it's another drop in another spot

Yeah, you fuckin' with **** that get your brother popped (What up?)

Cartel shit, keep the L lit

I get his song, but never sell shit

I've been told ****, I never tell shit (Never)

Never mind, mind can't see what it never finds (Uh-uh)

Ten plugs in the room, makes it eleven lines (Get it?)

Probably outside in a Porsche that is lemon-lime

No, I ain't a Blood or a Crip, but I can send a sign

They think I'm sayin', "Bye," (Bye) I'm really sayin', "Bye"

That's the Buffalo to Yonkers express, faux pas

Colombian necktie, a hundred shots fly

But I'd rather stay low, be cool, get high, Ghost!

****, this mob business

And I don't trust no **** if it ain't my ****

You gon' die in the middle, so pick a side, ****

**** screamin', "It's love," but he ain't ride with us

He ain't ride, uh

It's do or die, ****

Just give me teflon love until we die, ****

Whether right or you wrong, I'm gon' slide with you

Me and you against the world, I'm pickin' sides with you

You know I'm ridin' with you, they know, uh (The Butcher comin', ****)

I'm pickin' sides for my ****, if I don't fuck with you, they won't

It's vice versa, so sometimes I run into they smoke

I knew them **** lit, but I really get in this shit (I do)

These rap **** fallin' out about who you take pictures with (What?)

I built bonds wit' ****, some from biddin', some flippin' bricks

These industry **** fifty-fifty, they hit or miss (Damn)

**** mad at Butch' for shit that they didn't get

For ten years I've been payin' for lawyers and sendin' pics (Huh)

At the hospital bed by my dawg when they paralyzed me (Remember that?)

For that, we went through **** hoods, and we terrorized 'em

I got fifty guns, HK's and a pair of llama's

Ayy, security, which trap's legal as marijuana? (Huh)

Gettin' cash in my city, so if they askin' 'bout Benny

I got a stack full of benny's, take a bad bitch to Denny's (Bad bitch to Denny's)

Yeah, and it's for my **** Duffel

This BSF shit for life, I'll see you in a couple, let's go

****, this mob business

And I don't trust no **** if it ain't my ****

You gon' die in the middle, so pick a side, ****

**** screamin', "It's love," but he ain't ride with us

He ain't ride, uh

It's do or die, ****

Just give me teflon love until we die, ****

Whether right or you wrong, I'm gon' slide with you

Me and you against the world, I'm pickin' sides with you

You know I'm ridin' with you, they know