risky business
W-w-way too many people that don't wanna scrap and run
Vengeance swiping' down and grab what they was tucking
Busting one
(Busting two)
(Busting three)
Army movies cannot handle this degree
Free the dogs until they free
Keep these shots so close
I shoot a movie
Call of Duty, shooting cars
Movie star, shooting star
They shoot em' up, then shoot a star
Shadow beaming', hollowed tip
Call my phone, you call the crypt
Risky business, who the shit?
Whiskey sickness, take a hit
(Take a hit)
Friday talking, leaning chair
Damn, angel dust, yuh
22 and 23's
Might fate you into dust
Giggle laughing, it don't matter
Bullets hopping, kid in play
I might see the gates
I think someone seen my chain
"I can steal your fate"
"Make an equal trade"
"Do this, keep me paid"
"Do this everyday"
Fuck that bitch
Whip that shit
Crash that hood
Brick by brick
Y'all get fucked
Porno flick
I stand in the middle
Zoro shit
Gun gun, hip-fire
Who want this fire?
Cocked on, popped off
Grip that trigger tighter
Smoke getting handed out
Press that shit
Smoke don't run out
Handle this
One more time
We all might die
Neck get checked when you fly too high
Gun gun, hip-fire
Who want this fire?
Cocked on, popped off
Grip that trigger tighter
Smoke getting handed out
Press that shit
Smoke don't run out
Handle this
One more time
We all might die
Neck get checked when you fly too high
Yuh, yuh, yuh
I compete from where I stand
I see the dead
I complete the final scam
It's where were lead
Bullets, lead
Keep that price tag on my neck
Wear my chain till' I get checked
If it ain't snatched, I know what's next
But if I detach, I know I
Yuh
They hurling stones
Heavy tossing with the shits
Yuh
On burning roads
Steady hauling in the whips
You don't see it
When they slid
Ripped my page
A different script
Bop his head for talking shit
Do that one more time you clipped
Let it go
You a ghost
Not a host
I do the most
Leave you circled by your peers
This a funeral, not a roast
Ain't no room for acting sweet
This act will kill, attracting fleet
Sweep you under running feet
Risky business, capped in streets
Gun gun, hip-fire
Who want this fire?
Cocked on, popped off
Grip that trigger tighter
Smoke getting handed out
Press that shit
Smoke don't run out
Handle this
One more time
We all might die
Neck get checked when you fly too high
Gun gun, hip-fire
Who want this fire?
Cocked on, popped off
Grip that trigger tighter
Smoke getting handed out
Press that shit
Smoke don't run out
Handle this
One more time
We all might die
Neck get checked when you fly too high
Vengeance swiping' down and grab what they was tucking
Busting one
(Busting two)
(Busting three)
Army movies cannot handle this degree
Free the dogs until they free
Keep these shots so close
I shoot a movie
Call of Duty, shooting cars
Movie star, shooting star
They shoot em' up, then shoot a star
Shadow beaming', hollowed tip
Call my phone, you call the crypt
Risky business, who the shit?
Whiskey sickness, take a hit
(Take a hit)
Friday talking, leaning chair
Damn, angel dust, yuh
22 and 23's
Might fate you into dust
Giggle laughing, it don't matter
Bullets hopping, kid in play
I might see the gates
I think someone seen my chain
"I can steal your fate"
"Make an equal trade"
"Do this, keep me paid"
"Do this everyday"
Fuck that bitch
Whip that shit
Crash that hood
Brick by brick
Y'all get fucked
Porno flick
I stand in the middle
Zoro shit
Gun gun, hip-fire
Who want this fire?
Cocked on, popped off
Grip that trigger tighter
Smoke getting handed out
Press that shit
Smoke don't run out
Handle this
One more time
We all might die
Neck get checked when you fly too high
Gun gun, hip-fire
Who want this fire?
Cocked on, popped off
Grip that trigger tighter
Smoke getting handed out
Press that shit
Smoke don't run out
Handle this
One more time
We all might die
Neck get checked when you fly too high
Yuh, yuh, yuh
I compete from where I stand
I see the dead
I complete the final scam
It's where were lead
Bullets, lead
Keep that price tag on my neck
Wear my chain till' I get checked
If it ain't snatched, I know what's next
But if I detach, I know I
Yuh
They hurling stones
Heavy tossing with the shits
Yuh
On burning roads
Steady hauling in the whips
You don't see it
When they slid
Ripped my page
A different script
Bop his head for talking shit
Do that one more time you clipped
Let it go
You a ghost
Not a host
I do the most
Leave you circled by your peers
This a funeral, not a roast
Ain't no room for acting sweet
This act will kill, attracting fleet
Sweep you under running feet
Risky business, capped in streets
Gun gun, hip-fire
Who want this fire?
Cocked on, popped off
Grip that trigger tighter
Smoke getting handed out
Press that shit
Smoke don't run out
Handle this
One more time
We all might die
Neck get checked when you fly too high
Gun gun, hip-fire
Who want this fire?
Cocked on, popped off
Grip that trigger tighter
Smoke getting handed out
Press that shit
Smoke don't run out
Handle this
One more time
We all might die
Neck get checked when you fly too high
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Writer(s): Austin Oesterling
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