mind your business

I told that bitch she need to mind her fuckin business

We ain’t goin back and forth this ain’t no tennis

Told that **** what I’m worth and hurt his feelings

Got a Chevy off white same color Lois Griffin

I’m paranoid i hold the choppa while I’m shittin

I’m smokin big pressure call it hypertension

I took the top off the whip circumcision

If a **** want beef beat him purple like he grimace

One hand touch down like I’m Jerry Rice

I’m a bad bitch from the 90s call me scary spice

Been around the world seen it turnin like a satellite

Water on my body need to sit me in a bag of rice

Seen this shit comin as a youngin so it happened twice

Me and all my **** gettin active you a acolyte

Faded as the fuck I’m in the club takin bad advice

I’m a southern **** I like bitches with some cellulite

Hop out the whip like hey bitch

Chillin in the pool I flew a cougar out to vegas

Bitch I’m off a bean got me goin super saiyan

Put the ruger to his face and told him do the macarena

I got the 40 I ain’t finna yell

Boy I’m bout to rage in the cage **** ring the bell

If they ever let me into heaven I’ma make it hell

Fuck it if they send me straight to hell I’m from atl

I’ll hit a **** so hard he lose his sense of smell

Comin at me sideways leave a **** parallel

besties with my blower here it go just like we kenan kel

fuck **** trippin we gon clip him like a fingernail

Run up in ya crib leave it empty like a clearance sale

Henny got my stomach hurtin bitch I need some ginger ale

Throwin all my jewelry at these strippers bitch I make it hail

Only real **** finna get it like it’s sickle cell

I told that bitch she need to mind her fuckin business

We ain’t goin back and forth this ain’t no tennis

Told that **** what I’m worth and hurt his feelings

Got a Chevy off white same color Lois Griffin

I told that **** mind yo fuckin business

I feel like master p it ain’t no fuckin limit

Don’t nobody give a fuck bout yo opinion ****

Worry bout’ yourself you need to go and find some bitches