Stand On Business (feat. Brazy D)

Smoking opposition what is the issue
20 to your body it's gonna end you
Hit stick nigga I'm coming in blitz you
Take him off the map like I was the missle
Talking that shit like, nigga who sent you
Is you gon pull up for shit, what's the issue
Thought that little nigga was some pussy
The way that my AK just hit you
I've been out grinding
Staying out the way
Get my bag right
We can't talk today
You worried about me too much
Up in my DMs you need to be fighting your case
This K you know what it does Socker Bopper
How that shit knock off yo face
Laying low but on top of these niggas
Look at the zeros in figures my nigga
Only see money I can't hear you niggas
Fear of God only that period

Do you stand on business
I'm a the top getting rich like Amiri
Young nigga moving so much he swifty
Spinning on business I'm making em dizzy
Knock his head off with the chrome, Kennedy
If I got ops you better get rid of me
Why do you want me the devil yo enemy
Them bullets keep hitting his face, artillery
If I show up nigga it prolly gon be a scene
Looking down on me you probably belittle me
Toy Story but boot do not fit on em
If he snake you better get rid of him

Choppa make him dance just like Billy Jean
Nigga put a price on my head
But windows tinted like a limousine
Shawty nice giving stupid head
Gotta bad bitch straight from Philippines
Nigga slid he ain't hit his shot
Stupid nigga are you kidding me
Like stupid nigga is you shitting me
I know niggas is tired of me
Why does he think he is fly as me
Yo bitch on my dick and she riding me
She just tryna fuck for the Prada jeans
I just be spinning for real bitch I need a deal
Nigga I'm I prodigy
I just be sipping for real when I got the seal
Niggas start smiling
All my niggas stand on business bitch
Big on SOB
Why the fuck you in my business bitch
If you ain't sucking meat
Hop out wit that chop swinging lead
I ain't ducking heat
Boy was talking hot we hit his head
Now his brain in the street
Man I knew sum was wrong
Man left the crib and I forgot the heat
I bobble like bomb it's getting hot
I'm spitting all this heat
Run up on a op and blew his top
Like his name Kennedy
You ain't got no chop
Can't be no op my gang got hella beams
Bro gon hop out with that gen 5
Fuck a felony
Man just look how much my gen fire
Might call him chimney

Do you stand on business
I'm a the top getting rich like Amiri
Young nigga moving so much he swifty
Spinning on business I'm making em dizzy
Knock his head off with the chrome, Kennedy
If I got ops you better get rid of me
Why do you want me the devil yo enemy
Them bullets keep hitting his face, artillery
If I show up nigga it prolly gon be a scene
Looking down on me you probably belittle me
Toy Story but boot do not fit on em
If he snake you better get rid of him



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Writer(s): Kevin Ivy
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