Dont Tell the Business

Ayy, we cookin' with Twista right now
Unh, pop out, yeah, unh
Pop out shittin, pop out dog shit, pop out poppin' shit
Cause I'm that nigga and I'm in the building

Pop out five blicks, pop out on shit, pop out pop a bitch
If a nigga feelin' like he want some tension
Glah, they can't rap about that tough shit
Cause we really spin them

I could rap about that bag bitch
Cause this is what I'm gettin
I could rap about that dog shit
Cause I be wrapping chickens

I could show you how to get it in
You just can't tell the business
Like at all, not even to them bitches
Cause when the jakes come, they grab them

They be the first ones snitchin
Fucked up her lace front
She was givin' me face while I'm floorin' the hemi
I don't even got five senses

Cause most of the time I don't feel em
First of the month got the spot hitting
Swiper, turned to a pot whipper
This shit for the low, I don't gotta hit it

It ain't for the free, I ain't tryna hit it
Baby said, I make her pussy wetter
She really think that I'm a father figure
I ain't no good influence

You just in love with the trap nigga
Swear I love me a bitch that got a lil' ass on her
I got my Glock, it ain't a chainsaw
I still make a massacre

Still bend a bitch on the banister
I feel a threat, walkin' him down
Nah we ain't doin' no panickin
Sold him some sauce, but it ran out

Fucked around gave him the last of it
Shorty was tough on than Gram
Seen her in person, catfish
I don't even trip on the sirens

If you can catch me, catch me
Knowin' I don't give a fuck
Talkin' bout I ain't right for some shit
You know I'm a lefty

Begging, boy yo bitch be literally begging
Pull up, fuck that pussy, leave
And I don't even send a message
Missed first cause I ain't have no hesi

But I promise it took one time
Before I got it together
Now I pop out face face
Pop out spray spray

Beat a case, we do this everyday
Get him out the way
That's if he actin' like he in the way
Don't get in my way

What you stupid, that's a pending case
With some young niggas
Swingin' Drakes, screamin' gang gang
Fuck my bitch good

She say she likin' how my dreads hang
Boy you know you broke
Renting out that V6 Mustang
Actin' like you ootin shit

Cause you be at the gun range
I clap at somethin
Fire first, then the blood came
Boy you can't be mad

Niggas sold you cut, that's the drug game
I was tight, coppin' all this blam
Then the plug came
Got some shit, it fill up your head

Just like the Rogaine
They can't rap about that tough shit
Cause we really spin them
I could rap about that bag bitch

Cause this is what I'm gettin
I could rap about that dog shit
Cause I be wrapping chickens
I could show you how to get it in

You just can't tell the business
Shhh, shhh, you just can't tell the business



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Writer(s): Jhyon Hall
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