Out Ya Business Lyrics by DaBaby
I am out ya business
But I can kick it to you, give you knowledge if you listen
Just grind until it’s finish
Keep ’em out ya business
They probably ain’t gon’ frisk me, so I sneak in with the blicky
Then leave out with the ***
Music, ***, and alcohol
I ain’t have no sleep in like two days, like I’m on Adderall
Took her home and had a ball, breakfast with the Tylenol
When I say took her home, ain’t talkin’ ’bout my crib, ***, not at all
Make me sick ’cause I’m a dog
Where his purse? ‘Cause he a ***
*** hate hisself, so he leave comments when he see da pics
I act like I ain’t see the ***
The *** still ain’t found his self
I told him, *** it, go jump off a bridge today and drown to death
I’on mean no harm, I’m tryna help
A lot of these lil’ niggas in the way, tired of these niggas, so give ’em game
Prowl on of these niggas, I’m in the paint, fire on me while I was getting a fade
I go to work on you niggas, I’m clocking in
I was focused before, now I’m locking in
And I’m on go and I bet I won’t stop again
I don’t want her no more, I’ma swap the Benz
I don’t look like you, niggas, don’t call me twin
And if my momma don’t know you, don’t call me “bro”
And ain’t no hope for this mothafuckin’ generation
Ain’t no women left, you gotta find a ho
Ain’t no real niggas left for the women either
Did her dirty and now that *** getting even
He got comfortable and that *** didn’t see it
He in love with the ho, and she still a eater
But I am out ya business
But I can kick it to you, give you knowledge if you listen
Just grind until it’s finish
Keep ’em out ya business
They probably ain’t gon’ frisk me, so I sneak in with the blicky
Then leave out with the ***
But I am out ya business, ***
Yeah, I am out ya business
I’m out there, yeah
*** it, ***, spend again
Having too much fun on these lil’ beats, feel like a kid again
Feel just like I’m ten again
This *** hit like riding a bike
Do this *** again again (Again, again)
Me and her talking our ***, we in here getting it in
Both of us in here dripping sweat, I’m a chocolate, ***, M&Ms
Walking on this ***, look how I’m talking, this *** getting serious
Be done punched you in yo’ mothafuckin’ mouth with them ole big veneers
I’m tha best rapper alive for the next fifty years
***, I am out ya business
But I can kick it to you, give you knowledge if you listen
Just grind until it’s finish
Keep ’em out ya business
They probably ain’t gon’ frisk me, so I sneak in with the blicky
Then leave out with the ***
***, ***, and alcohol
Yeah, yeah
Baby
