BACK 2 BUSINESS Lyrics – NAV
I wanna rap
Rap-rap
Knots in my pockets got bigger (Knots)
Playin’ with the game like a fiddle (Yeah)
*** all the opps, I’m ***’ they sister
I’m no joke, I ain’t tellin’ no riddles
Drop a little guap, hit your block with a missile
Ridin’ with a Draco, *** a lil’ pistol (Brrt)
Shorty come to me, I ain’t gotta go get her
Had a *** swallow my seed and you kissed her
Molotovs, leave your face in a pasta
Take a bad *** and I put ’em on my roster
Pedal to the metal, I’m goin’ full throttle (Skrrt)
Hit the red carpet and bag me a model
Smokin’ out the pound, got lean by the bottle
*** me off, everybody in trouble
Price on my head, I’ll pay ’em double
We gon’ send shots and burst they bubble
Got your career on my wrist (Yeah)
Can’t nobody *** my *** (Yeah)
Pills inside of my *** (Yeah)
Keep the fire, gotta ride with a blick (Yeah)
Whole squad got Rollies on tick-tick
Got it out the mud, out the brick, bricks
Everything lit like big, *** (Yeah)
Saint Laurent on my ***, ***
Why [?] you ain’t slick
Pants and my jacket Rick, Rick
Your girlfriend beg for a flick, flick
Had her backstage doin’ whippets
They told me I’m gon’ get hit, hit
Thirty rounds in my clip, ***
Take a new chain, do a lick, ***
Time to get back to business
Got a lot of problems I deal with
Talkin’ ’bout blood, I spill ***
Talkin’ no cap, get a peel quick
OVO body, I build, ***
Say you want smoke, get turned to a zip
Thought you was a man, but you turned to a ***
Thought you was Blood, now you turned to a Crip
I’ll get you whacked for half my fit
I don’t what these *** want me for, that’s why I’ma doubt ’em (***)
I know when she get comfortable, she gon’ do everything I allow her
I know the place I came from, I know they’re still whippin’ up that powder
I had too many chains on, so I left ’em on when I shower
Got your career on my wrist (Yeah)
Can’t nobody *** my *** (Yeah)
Pills inside of my *** (Yeah)
Keep the fire, gotta ride with a blick (Yeah)
Whole squad got Rollies on tick-tick
Got it out the mud, out the brick, bricks
Everything lit like big, *** (Yeah)
Saint Laurent on my ***, ***
Why [?] you ain’t slick
Pants and my jacket Rick, Rick
Your girlfriend beg for a flick, flick
Had her backstage doin’ whippets
They told me I’m gon’ get hit, hit
Thirty rounds in my clip, ***
Take a new chain, do a lick, ***
Time to get back to business