Running Business

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (yeah, ay) (I don't know what the f*ck going on) I don't know what the f*ck (Damn, Kylan, you be wildin', ay, uh) Ay, all these bitch-ass niggas wan' click or whatever You heard me? You know what that shit come with That shit come with murder 'round here, ay, uh Standing on that business when you see me, huh Yeah, mh, told 'em My cousin a big Crip and walk 'round shit just like a Smurf and We got 556 lock to the people like it's Nerf and Don't speak on that business, just go put one in the dirt My bitch she running business, got that strap tucked in her purse (rrah) They said he might bust, I don't give a f*ck The whole city they don't like us Stick dick all in her kitty Know I'm with it, they won't strike us Free 'lil villain out the cell The police keep trying to indict us This a SRT, I whip that bitch just like a monster truck (yeah) Huh, wars in the street this shit keep getting deep (yeah) I be staying in my lane so just keep me out your beef And I'm praying for a change but they don't want to talk to me Told my brothers keep the Lord first or be six feet underneath, uh They don't know me, so shit stop talking like you do I be writing all my pain and spit that shit all in the booth Better yet I speak the truth, he talk too much put him on mute And lil' whodie said he gang, but shit I barely know you I'ma talk my shit regardless when I step off in the building We got them purple flags and shit we bucking to the ceiling We got Glocks plus we got Smittys he gone run soon as I hit it And lil' Cam in this bitch with it, you want smoke, step out the building My cousin a big Crip and walk 'round shit just like a Smurf and We got 556 lock to the people like it's Nerf and (yeah) Don't speak on that business, just go put one in the dirt (don't speak on that) My bitch she running business, got that strap tucked in her purse (my lil' shawty) They said he might bust, I don't give a f*ck The whole city they don't like us Stick dick all in her kitty Know I'm with it, they won't strike us Free 'lil villain out the cell The police keep trying to indict us This a SRT, I whip that bitch just like a monster truck (yeah) This a ARP, it hit his head and it's gon' f*ck him up We sliding through tryna catch something he outside then he fucked up It's a 223 on the end of that lil a drum and it's gonna slug him up I'ma rock out the whole 30, if he try to buck up, make him shut up I'm on that type of timing with Lil Kylan, he be tryna slide Talking sneak that iron in push his mind swear that he ain't fine Smoking Zaza up in Houston while his main bitch give mind I'm talking cash that rapper out, take his chain off and make it mine He done ran out of time, he out of line, my new bitch she a dime Hop out that sprinter take his life, I'm talking halo bullets flying He on that nine to five, I been getting money nigga since I was nine We hit that opp block with them nines, with a opp thot she fine Okay come correct, you ain't step on shit bitch you been lying I'ma step on all the sets, he don't give a f*ck if he was slime Ok I don't give a f*ck the whole city they don't like us If we don't get him we might miss him, bitch, we can't waste no more time Side by side 7.62 bullets make him fly Say that all the time, we gon' smoke that nigga like some Za My cousin a big Crip and walk 'round shit just like a Smurf and We got 556 lock to the people like it's Nerf and (rrah) Don't speak on that business, just go put one in the dirt My bitch she running business, got that strap tucked in her purse (yeah) They said he might bust, I don't give a f*ck The whole city they don't like us Stick dick all in her kitty Know I'm with it, they won't strike us Free 'lil villain out the cell The police keep trying to indict us This a SRT, I whip that bitch just like a monster truck Uh, you know somethin'? They don't walk us down (ay, ay, yeah, yeah, yeah) They ain't on none of that (yeah, yeah, yeah) We been slime since young niggas (Cash Out Gang, Walk Down Gang) Talkin' walkin' 'round with blicks on us Sneakin' blicks on the-, ha Can't say too much (damn, Kylan) Uh (that's that nigga that be wildin') F*ck 'em (Hey, big things, all that) (Ay, don't speak on that shit, keep that shit in silence) (Tell lil' Fizzy Belizey, we really 'bout it) (Nigga, yeah)