Down To Business By JayDaYoungan
(Trap jumpin’ like TwoThree)
They got to show me pictures of my opps like, “Who is that man?”
The same *** we hopped out on, all black like Batman
For all that dissin’, leave that *** smellin’ just like the trash can
***, ain’t no smilin’, I be wylin’, they made me a madman (Ha)
Want pressure? Yeah, my *** down to clear the business
I finger *** the glizzy plus the stick came wit’ some ***
The Glock came wit’ a ***, who tryna ***? He in his feelings
Since he actin’ like a ***, I’m gon’ make sure that he feel it
We done hit him sixty times, he got stood over for a minute
My *** slangin’ iron and they’ll die [?]
***, I’m throwin’ gang signs
I’m out my mind, yeah, I’m a menace
And I’ma bang behind mine, no back and forth, ain’t playin’ tennis
And I say how to spin the block and he gon’ do it like a frisbee
And I’m like, “Damn, bro, how the *** you do that *** without gettin’ dizzy?”
He want beef? We took his *** ass like we had a job at Wendy’s
[?] step on *** without a [?]
The stick gon’ tuck, they know it’s up, I’m like, “Who tryna get it?”
She wanna ***, I’m like, “What’s up? Your back, you gotta bend it”
But that’s enough about a ***, let me get back to business
***, you bust him up and hit his skull so it’s a fact, he finished
And that’s a ***, ***, we do some *** they never heard of
***, we like to swerve on ***, my 23’s they down to murk a ***
I got this dirty stick, *** Instagram, on some in person ***
They shoot, he holdin’ steel, ain’t on no nervous ***, that *** ***
My niggas like to go and take it, they don’t work for ***
Like a big booty *** when she naked, ***, we twerkin’ bricks
I get the bag, I like to get it fast, like on some urgent ***
Cross over, take a shot and drop his ass, some [?] urban ***
I’m sweatin’ hard and I’m scratchin’ ’cause I’m on the perky’s ***
[?] stop all the lyin’, ***, you ain’t searchin’, ***
You niggas dyin’, when we catch you, we been on some lurkin’ ***
[?] nasty *** wit’ your lil’ dirty stick
***, we be posted by the stop sign, tell these niggas, “Stop hidin'”
I hope you clutchin’ on your Glock now, ’cause ***, I got mine
Tell these *** niggas, “Stop tryin'”, they playin’ shots fired
The Draco [?]
I be flexin’ out in Texas, ***, I got the mob ties
*** that textin’, we addressin’, we already outside
We gon’ bless him, wipe his nose and make sure all the snot dry
And since that *** [?] we shoot out the outside
We leave his face up on the TV, tell your mama, “Bye bye”
And when it’s done and they achieve it, give my guys a ***-five
We [?] ’cause *** greasy, they ain’t come from Popeyes
[?] trigger squeezin’ [?] make the cops hide
They got to show me pictures of my opps like, “Who is that man?”
The same *** we hopped out on, all black like Batman
For all that dissin’, leave that *** smellin’ just like the trash can
***, ain’t no smilin’, I be wylin’, they made me a madman (Ha)
Want pressure? Yeah, my *** down to clear the business
I finger *** the glizzy plus the stick came wit’ some ***
The Glock came wit’ a ***, who tryna ***? He in his feelings
Since he actin’ like a ***, I’m gon’ make sure that he feel it
Make sure that he feel it, yeah (Hmm)
Make sure that he feel it, yeah (Hmm)
Make sure that he feel it, yeah (Hmm)
Make sure that he feel it, yeah (Hmm)
