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Tried to tell me that I couldn't do like they do it
Check the list, a buncha shit they never thought of doin'
Ask me how I been, I only gotta say I'm coolin'
Coz if I know fasho then I ain't gotta go and prove it
I'm doin' what I always said I'd do boo
Keep my head on, never lose it for a fool
Follow through and makin' moves, I can't stay comfortable
I had to keep it movin', my bad to my last dude, but it's cool
Still got bitches drippin' like they hopped up out the pool
She got attitude but I told her play it cool
Ain't nobody needa know when a bitch is on the move so I roll out

I don't do work, I don't do dishes
I ain't got hoes, but I got bitches
They see my bag, now they all switchin'
They in they shit, I'm on my business
I'm on my business
I'm on my business
I'm on my business
I'm on my business, hoe
I'm on my business
I'm on my, I'm on my, I'm on my

It's YNGKOTZ and I'm reppin' west with it
Got the scheme for the dream, I gotta invest in it
All they do is talk, tell them to lessen it
Anything come out ya mouth, better put some chest in it
Get the guap and these bitches stay talkin'
Move their lips faster than pace they stay walkin'
Took a shortcut, Inspekt came with other options
He cut a fuckin' path, caught a ticket for jaywalking
We on the come up, AV Klub, what up
If you say you got the drip, tell the plug to cut some up
If your bitch wanna party, we can party till the sun up
H1 bound west, that's the side we throw them dubs up
The business and the work, got her dancin' with no shirt
Bitch bust it down low, cherry poppin' like dessert
Go hard or go home, homie there's no other option
Roll around the city, whole squad full of bosses

I don't w-work, I don't do dishes
I ain't h-hoes, but I got bitches
They see b-bag, now they all switchin'
They in they s-shit, I'm on my business
I'm on my business
I'm on my business
I'm on my business
I'm on, I'm on b-business, hoe
I'm on my business
I-I'm on, I-I'm on, I-I'm on, I-

I don't fuck with fentanyl, I don't fuck with federals
Federally tap ya line, you a snitch, you tell 'em all
She gon' give me sloppy, after that I cut her off
Hit it once and disappear, she all up on my missed calls pissed off
I ain't tryna hear that bullshit
Talking out ya ass, soundin' like loose lips
You actin' like a female, so many mood flips
I ain't really trippin', deadass I'm coolin'
Coolin' it with my coolies, baggin' these bitches at the movies
X-rated like Pornhub, in the back row she gon' do me
Eat it up like I'm Bobby Flay, guess you could say I'm a foodie
Pull out then I spray it like a hose up on her boobies
I call that bitch an Uber then I pull up on another one
These rappers' mamas I be fucking, you could say they all my sons
I bust up on her ass, guess you could say she babysittin'
Murder that pussy, I don't leave a single witness (Bitch!)