Songtexte BACK 2 BUSINESS - Nav

Man, I wanna rap
Rap-rap

Knots in my pockets got bigger (knots), uh, playin' with the game like a fiddle (yeah)
Fuck all the opps, I'm fuckin' they sister, I'm no joke, I ain't tellin' no riddles (whoo)
Drop a lil' guap, hit your block with a missile, ridin' with a Draco, fuck a lil' pistol (brrt)
Shawty come to me, I ain't gotta go get her, had a bitch swallow my seed and you kissed her

Mob ties, leave your face in a pasta, take a bad bitch and I put her on my roster
Pedal to the metal, I'm goin' full throttle (skrrt), hit the red carpet and bag me a model
Smokin' out the pound, got lean by the bottle, piss me off, everybody in trouble
Price on my head, I'll pay 'em double, we gon' send shots and burst they bubble (pop, pop, pop, pop)

Got your career on my wrist, yeah, can't nobody fuck my bitch, yeah
Pills inside of my piss, yeah, keep the fire, gotta ride with a blick, yeah
Whole squad got Rollies, don't tick-tick, got it out the mud, out the brick, bricks
Everything lit like BIC, bitch, yeah, Saint Laurent on my bitch, bitch

YCFU, you ain't slick, slick, pants and my jacket Rick, Rick
Your girlfriend beg for a flick, flick, had her backstage doin' whippets
They told me I'm gon' get hit, hit, 30 rounds in my clip, bitch
Turn your new chain to a lick, bitch, time to get back to business

Got a lotta problems I deal with, talkin' 'bout blood, I spill the shit
Talkin' no cap, gettin' peeled quick, over your body, I build, bitch
Say you want smoke, get turned to a zip, thought you was a man, but you turned to a bitch
Thought you was Blood, now you turned to a Crip, I'll get you whacked for half my 'fit

I don't what these bitches want me for, that's why I'ma doubt 'em (bitch)
I know when she get comfortable, she gon' do everything I allow her
I know the place I came from, I know they're still whippin' up that powder
I had too many chains on, so I left 'em on when I shower (pop, pop, pop, pop)

Got your career on my wrist, yeah, can't nobody fuck my bitch, yeah
Pills inside of my piss, yeah, keep the fire, gotta ride with a blick, yeah
Whole squad got Rollies, don't tick-tick, got it out the mud, out the brick, bricks
Everything lit like BIC, bitch, yeah, Saint Laurent on my bitch, bitch

YCFU, you ain't slick, slick, pants and my jacket Rick, Rick
Your girlfriend beg for a flick, flick, had her backstage doin' whippets
They told me I'm gon' get hit, hit, 30 rounds in my clip, bitch
Turn your new chain to a lick, bitch, time to get back to business