LLC
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's go, let's go, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Trauma Tone)
Yeah
I'm a walkin' business nigga, I should be an LLC
I keep shooters who on point with me just like I'm CP3
I was up in Bushwick with that blicky like I'm 22gz
Trippin' off this Psilocybin sometimes it put my mind at ease
Pull up with that rifle like I'm Devin Booker, nothin' but net
Told lil' mama I ain't even tryna smash her, I want nothin' but neck
Told these folks that I ain't flyin' commercial, I do nothin' but jets
If any opps survive when we slide then he considered blessed
Feelin' like I'm Trae Young with this Glock because I score a lot
Feelin' like I'm Yoda with this wisdom 'cause I know a lot
Countin' up the extra in the trap I might go buy some stocks
This AR 5.56, it go through walls just like it's Juggernaut
Thinkin' 'bout my safety, so I bulletproof the SUV
The AP on my wrist inside the club shine like some LEDs
I know some niggas who learned
How to shoot before they learned to read
All that money got me by Atlantic, got me signin' D's
Juicin' for two weeks I need to cleanse feel like my soul corrupted
All these players in this circle you gone get your bitch abducted
Right now, yeah, I'm in this fuckin 'Cat, you hear that motor purrin'
This week I'ma twist up Waffle Cone, you smell exotic burnin'
My lady got a business now she earnin', she keep buyin' purses
We on shrooms this drug right here is natural, we not doin' perkys
All I do is hit like just I'm Savage, we not doin' verbals
All my niggas loyalists no squares, we just do the circles
Put 'em on the crypto, it was cheap but he ain't wanna listen
Put 'em on the money, he was broke but he ain't wanna fix it
Put 'em on the fraud he was scary, he ain't wanna risk it
It's a competition where I'm from, who gone be the richest?
I'm a walkin' business nigga, I should be an LLC
I keep shooters who on point with me just like I'm CP3
I was up in Bushwick with that blicky like I'm 22gz
Trippin' off this Psilocybin sometimes it put my mind at ease
Pull up with that rifle like I'm Devin Booker, nothin' but net
Told lil' mama I ain't even tryna smash her, I want nothin' but neck
Told these folks that I ain't flyin' commercial, I do nothin' but jets
If any opps survive when we slide then he considered blessed
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's go, let's go, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Trauma Tone)
Yeah
I'm a walkin' business nigga, I should be an LLC
I keep shooters who on point with me just like I'm CP3
I was up in Bushwick with that blicky like I'm 22gz
Trippin' off this Psilocybin sometimes it put my mind at ease
Pull up with that rifle like I'm Devin Booker, nothin' but net
Told lil' mama I ain't even tryna smash her, I want nothin' but neck
Told these folks that I ain't flyin' commercial, I do nothin' but jets
If any opps survive when we slide then he considered blessed
Feelin' like I'm Trae Young with this Glock because I score a lot
Feelin' like I'm Yoda with this wisdom 'cause I know a lot
Countin' up the extra in the trap I might go buy some stocks
This AR 5.56, it go through walls just like it's Juggernaut
Thinkin' 'bout my safety, so I bulletproof the SUV
The AP on my wrist inside the club shine like some LEDs
I know some niggas who learned
How to shoot before they learned to read
All that money got me by Atlantic, got me signin' D's
Juicin' for two weeks I need to cleanse feel like my soul corrupted
All these players in this circle you gone get your bitch abducted
Right now, yeah, I'm in this fuckin 'Cat, you hear that motor purrin'
This week I'ma twist up Waffle Cone, you smell exotic burnin'
My lady got a business now she earnin', she keep buyin' purses
We on shrooms this drug right here is natural, we not doin' perkys
All I do is hit like just I'm Savage, we not doin' verbals
All my niggas loyalists no squares, we just do the circles
Put 'em on the crypto, it was cheap but he ain't wanna listen
Put 'em on the money, he was broke but he ain't wanna fix it
Put 'em on the fraud he was scary, he ain't wanna risk it
It's a competition where I'm from, who gone be the richest?
I'm a walkin' business nigga, I should be an LLC
I keep shooters who on point with me just like I'm CP3
I was up in Bushwick with that blicky like I'm 22gz
Trippin' off this Psilocybin sometimes it put my mind at ease
Pull up with that rifle like I'm Devin Booker, nothin' but net
Told lil' mama I ain't even tryna smash her, I want nothin' but neck
Told these folks that I ain't flyin' commercial, I do nothin' but jets
If any opps survive when we slide then he considered blessed
Credits
Writer(s): John Carrington, Nils Noehden, Tysen Bolding
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