K-2

This Business No Bullshit
Run up catch a full clip yeah

Yeah yeah yeahhh
Let's watch the rainbow shine
Yeahh, lets watch the rainbow shine

Yeahhh
Was training for money was stacking
They was sitting so they money subtracting
I was running they was laughing
Bank different count mathematics
So they hate man this shit is so tragic
Shoot automatic, body hit floor
Look like he lagging, Hand feeling sore
Tired of the clappin, Pass me the glò
Or pass me the snapple
Back when i was a little kid
All these pussy niggas hate on me
And the same pussy niggas i'm talking
Bout they sitting on they ass
I work like slavery
And these niggas they a joke
If they really think they paying me
Hunnit K for seven years?
What the fuck is that you crazy

Cause they know we be running it up
My team don't be giving a fuck
We working for Bentley the truck
Run down bet it's plenty of us
I can't do no Henny wassup!
Chain's swingin like the kid's on the bus
Baby girl no fiss and no fuss
Fashionova on ya look at ya butt

Man them labels off them K-2
Like who done made you
I'm getting lajean bitch i'm paid too
I ain't no slave dude

Bought it back i was resting it up
Tommy vest gotta keep me a snub
You annoying you is a bug
Addicted to love can't get enough
Abusing the drugs, I'm a great dude
No hoe i can't save you
Bad lil broad sweet maple
Fly on my back like a cape do

If you hate just back back
Take your bitch i had that
And i can't have a bitch that ain't
Herself and that's facts
If you hate just back back
Take your bitch i had that
And i can't have a bitch that ain't
Herself and that's facts

Out here sneakin on the low
And you thinking i'on know
Green light i'm go
Got my peddle to the floor
Always knew you was hoe
Frontin puttin on a show
Can't mislead me
I eat my chicken with sweetheat
But can you believe me
I work so hard not easy
Niggas keep asking me
Like they signed a policy
Throw the ball like D. Green
Forth quarter's what i seen
Man, Fuck it got a ring
Now, Drizzy make a scene

Yeahhh
Couple niggas they be lurking
Some of them purging
Curtains closed no disturbing
Tryna run up me that's so absurdin
What's good with ya homie why
He lookin hurtin
Bitch i got the power, But i'm not Curtis
Rollin up the sour, 3 grams urgent
Shawty took a hour, for makeup purposes
Got her screamin for a hour
Now her back hurtin
I roll wit the B's roll wit the C's
I'm a ZOE nigga come a roll with me
Hot cold summer but the pole with me
And i wake up i say buenos dias
Hot mami she a bocadilla
Why you do me so cold so freja
Mentirosa can't believe ya
So you knew i had to leave ya

Yeah, smokin on, what is you rollin on?
Tryna run up why you frontin huh?
Are you stuntin huh?
Million dollars i want a hunnit hunnits
Need a hunnit hunnits
All my niggas gotta run it run it
Pussy nigga keep on runnin running



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Adrien
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