Down To Business - JayDaYoungan

They got to show me pictures of my opps like, who is that man?

The same nigga we hopped out on, all black like Batman

For all that dissin',

Leave that bitch smellin' just like the trash can

Bitch, ain’t no smilin', I be wylin', they made me a madman (Ha)

Want pressure?

Yeah, my nigga down to clear the business

I finger fuck the glizzy plus the stick came wit' some titties

The Glock came wit' a dick, who tryna fuck?

He in his feelings

Since he actin' like a pussy, I’m gon' make sure that he feel it

We done hit him sixty times, he got stood over for a minute

My nigga slangin' iron and they’ll die behind the pain

Bitch, 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 fuck you do that shit without gettin' dizzy?

He want beef?

We took his pussy ass like we had a job at Wendy’s

The stick gon' tuck, they know it’s up, I’m like, who tryna get it?

She wanna fuck, I’m like, what’s up?

Your back, you gotta bend it

But that’s enough about a slut, let me get back to business

Bitch, you bust him up and hit his skull so it’s a fact, he finished

And that’s a murder, bitch, we do some shit they never heard of

Bitch, we like to swerve on shit, my 23's they down to murk a bitch

I got this dirty stick, fuck Instaa gram, on some in person shit

They shoot, he holdin' steel

Ain’t on no nervous shit, that murder shit

My niggas like to go and take it, they don’t work for shit

Like a big booty bitch when she naked, bitch, we twerkin' bricks

I get the bag, I like to get it fast, like on some urgent shit

Cross over, take a shot and drop his ass, some carry urban shit

I’m sweatin' hard and I’m scratchin' 'cause I’m on the perky’s bitch

You all stop all the lyin', bitch, you ain’t searchin', bitch

You niggas dyin', when we catch you, we been on some lurkin' shit

Forget some nasty bitch wit' your lil' dirty stick

Bitch, we be posted by the stop sign, tell these niggas, stop hidin'

I hope you clutchin' on your Glock now, 'cause bitch, I got mine

Tell these pussy niggas, stop tryin', they playin' shots fired

The Draco shot it in the bitch like you are in stock at

I be flexin' out in Texas, bitch, I got the mob ties

Fuck that textin', we addressin', we already outside

We gon' bless him, wipe his nose and make sure all the snot dry

And since that bitch maybe they can see me 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 high-five

We got a drive 'cause bitches greasy, they ain’t come from Popeyes

They’re all frowling trigger squeezin' there to make the cops hide

They got to show me pictures of my opps like, who is that man?

The same nigga we hopped out on, all black like Batman

For all that dissin'

Leave that bitch smellin' just like the trash can

Bitch, ain’t no smilin', I be wylin', they made me a madman (Ha)

Want pressure?

Yeah, my nigga down to clear the business

I finger fuck the glizzy plus the stick came wit' some titties

The Glock came wit' a dick, who tryna fuck?

He in his feelings

Since he actin' like a pussy, 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)