Business No Bullshit
How you traded for them?
Man i thought it was love
And we knew that you changed
And you thought it was it us
When you knew it was them
But you thought it was us
Damn
Man you traded on him
That means you traded on us
And you could've been here
You love to play double dutch
And i want that new Benz
I want my Momma the truck
And no we never pretend
My niggas keeping it tucked
You wanna run down wassup?
My pistol first name is Tuck
Flex on Instagram
I don't really follow many men
Like my pic, Takes a minute man
Otherwise ain't no givin it up yeah
Ain't no giving it up
In the slums wit my white tee
(With the Gucci feets)
Working hard overnighty
(And the BNB)
Chain so icey
Them niggas hate me
And they watch me they don't like me,
Aye and i drive the beamer wit the High-beam
SlickPayRoll right beside me
Smokin on big smoke it got me Chinese
I can't get bumped but is that police right behind me
But my team not losin huh
You hate you couldn't do this huh
I'm waiting for my room to come
I'm working hard no screwing up
My mans just copped the newest drum
And yeah that shit ain't new to us
But no we never moving dumb
Hear the choppa sound better make you run
You ain't a Saint but i'll make you one
And you can't escape, defense A1
But i'm pimpin
Shawty tore me up thats a head on collision
And yeah i'm from the island
Where these niggas got no vision
And since a youngbull had to whip it out the kitchen
Couple niggas changed that i used to f*ck wit
Man they snitched on Flock
Tuck heated one up top
I member posted on the block
We poured the liter in the pop
And no man i would never stop
Two failure kidneys in my Pops
Yeah, but my mask on Jason
Bought a new place had to switch location
And Rip my G-Pa
Big homie was a Mason
Man this shit is in my blood
Everyday wake up paper chasin
My heart ain't got no love
It was never kinda spacious
You can call yourself a thug
When you made it from the basement
But bitch i'm taking off
Don't compare me to a spaceship
You just gotta wait your turn
Why you so impatient?
Member back then when they ain't wanna know me
Always used to call me corny
Now they pockets lookin lonely
Now they ride me like a pony
Lifes not a sprint it's a marathon stop rushin
And watch out what you do
Cause life comes with repercussions
And wap kon Jorge can happen with a button
And now you praying on your knees
Cause you used to be stuntin
And that money ain't yours
Cracking cards that shit ain't nothing
And i'm the one who put you on
Now thats end of discussion
And i ride wit ten deep when i'm headed to a function
Got these haters on a leash i gotta walk em out or somethin
Took shawty to the beach
It's kinda hot but yeah it's summer
Now get ya Ac's
Cause this track soon burn up
(Soon burn up, this track soon burn up)
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Business No Bullshit
How you traded for them?
Man i thought it was love
And we knew that you changed
And you thought it was it us
When you knew it was them
But you thought it was us
Damn
Man you traded on him
That means you traded on us
And you could've been here
You love to play double dutch
And i want that new Benz
I want my Momma the truck
And no we never pretend
My niggas keeping it tucked
You wanna run down wassup?
My pistol first name is Tuck
Flex on Instagram
I don't really follow many men
Like my pic, Takes a minute man
Otherwise ain't no givin it up yeah
Ain't no giving it up
In the slums wit my white tee
(With the Gucci feets)
Working hard overnighty
(And the BNB)
Chain so icey
Them niggas hate me
And they watch me they don't like me,
Aye and i drive the beamer wit the High-beam
SlickPayRoll right beside me
Smokin on big smoke it got me Chinese
I can't get bumped but is that police right behind me
But my team not losin huh
You hate you couldn't do this huh
I'm waiting for my room to come
I'm working hard no screwing up
My mans just copped the newest drum
And yeah that shit ain't new to us
But no we never moving dumb
Hear the choppa sound better make you run
You ain't a Saint but i'll make you one
And you can't escape, defense A1
But i'm pimpin
Shawty tore me up thats a head on collision
And yeah i'm from the island
Where these niggas got no vision
And since a youngbull had to whip it out the kitchen
Couple niggas changed that i used to f*ck wit
Man they snitched on Flock
Tuck heated one up top
I member posted on the block
We poured the liter in the pop
And no man i would never stop
Two failure kidneys in my Pops
Yeah, but my mask on Jason
Bought a new place had to switch location
And Rip my G-Pa
Big homie was a Mason
Man this shit is in my blood
Everyday wake up paper chasin
My heart ain't got no love
It was never kinda spacious
You can call yourself a thug
When you made it from the basement
But bitch i'm taking off
Don't compare me to a spaceship
You just gotta wait your turn
Why you so impatient?
Member back then when they ain't wanna know me
Always used to call me corny
Now they pockets lookin lonely
Now they ride me like a pony
Lifes not a sprint it's a marathon stop rushin
And watch out what you do
Cause life comes with repercussions
And wap kon Jorge can happen with a button
And now you praying on your knees
Cause you used to be stuntin
And that money ain't yours
Cracking cards that shit ain't nothing
And i'm the one who put you on
Now thats end of discussion
And i ride wit ten deep when i'm headed to a function
Got these haters on a leash i gotta walk em out or somethin
Took shawty to the beach
It's kinda hot but yeah it's summer
Now get ya Ac's
Cause this track soon burn up
(Soon burn up, this track soon burn up)
How you traded for them?
Man i thought it was love
And we knew that you changed
And you thought it was it us
When you knew it was them
But you thought it was us
Damn
Man you traded on him
That means you traded on us
And you could've been here
You love to play double dutch
And i want that new Benz
I want my Momma the truck
And no we never pretend
My niggas keeping it tucked
You wanna run down wassup?
My pistol first name is Tuck
Flex on Instagram
I don't really follow many men
Like my pic, Takes a minute man
Otherwise ain't no givin it up yeah
Ain't no giving it up
In the slums wit my white tee
(With the Gucci feets)
Working hard overnighty
(And the BNB)
Chain so icey
Them niggas hate me
And they watch me they don't like me,
Aye and i drive the beamer wit the High-beam
SlickPayRoll right beside me
Smokin on big smoke it got me Chinese
I can't get bumped but is that police right behind me
But my team not losin huh
You hate you couldn't do this huh
I'm waiting for my room to come
I'm working hard no screwing up
My mans just copped the newest drum
And yeah that shit ain't new to us
But no we never moving dumb
Hear the choppa sound better make you run
You ain't a Saint but i'll make you one
And you can't escape, defense A1
But i'm pimpin
Shawty tore me up thats a head on collision
And yeah i'm from the island
Where these niggas got no vision
And since a youngbull had to whip it out the kitchen
Couple niggas changed that i used to f*ck wit
Man they snitched on Flock
Tuck heated one up top
I member posted on the block
We poured the liter in the pop
And no man i would never stop
Two failure kidneys in my Pops
Yeah, but my mask on Jason
Bought a new place had to switch location
And Rip my G-Pa
Big homie was a Mason
Man this shit is in my blood
Everyday wake up paper chasin
My heart ain't got no love
It was never kinda spacious
You can call yourself a thug
When you made it from the basement
But bitch i'm taking off
Don't compare me to a spaceship
You just gotta wait your turn
Why you so impatient?
Member back then when they ain't wanna know me
Always used to call me corny
Now they pockets lookin lonely
Now they ride me like a pony
Lifes not a sprint it's a marathon stop rushin
And watch out what you do
Cause life comes with repercussions
And wap kon Jorge can happen with a button
And now you praying on your knees
Cause you used to be stuntin
And that money ain't yours
Cracking cards that shit ain't nothing
And i'm the one who put you on
Now thats end of discussion
And i ride wit ten deep when i'm headed to a function
Got these haters on a leash i gotta walk em out or somethin
Took shawty to the beach
It's kinda hot but yeah it's summer
Now get ya Ac's
Cause this track soon burn up
(Soon burn up, this track soon burn up)
Writer: Daniel Adrien
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid