Out Ya Business

I am out ya business
But I can kick it to you, give you knowledge if you listen
Just grind until it's finish
Keep 'em out ya business
They probably ain't gon' frisk me, so I sneak in with the blicky
Then leave out with the bitches

Music, weed, and alcohol
I ain't have no sleep in like two days, like I'm on Adderall
Took her home and had a ball, breakfast with the Tylenol
When I say took her home, ain't talkin' 'bout my crib, nigga, not at all
Make me sick 'cause I'm a dog
Where his purse? 'Cause he a bitch
Nigga hate hisself, so he leave comments when he see da pics
I act like I ain't see the shit
The nigga still ain't found his self
I told him, fuck it, go jump off a bridge today and drown to death
I'on mean no harm, I'm tryna help
A lot of these lil' niggas in the way, tired of these niggas, so give 'em game
Prowl on of these niggas, I'm in the paint, fire on me while I was getting a fade
I go to work on you niggas, I'm clocking in
I was focused before, now I'm locking in
And I'm on go and I bet I won't stop again
I don't want her no more, I'ma swap the Benz
I don't look like you, niggas, don't call me twin
And if my momma don't know you, don't call me bro
And ain't no hope for this mothafuckin' generation
Ain't no women left, you gotta find a ho
Ain't no real niggas left for the women either
Did her dirty and now that bitch getting even
He got comfortable and that nigga didn't see it
He in love with the ho, and she still a eater

But I am out ya business
But I can kick it to you, give you knowledge if you listen
Just grind until it's finish
Keep 'em out ya business
They probably ain't gon' frisk me, so I sneak in with the blicky
Then leave out with the bitches

But I am out ya business, nigga
Yeah, I am out ya business
I'm out there, yeah

Fuck it, nigga, spend again
Having too much fun on these lil' beats, feel like a kid again
Feel just like I'm ten again
This shit hit like riding a bike
Do this shit again, again (again, again)
Me and her talking our shit, we in here getting it in
Both of us in here dripping sweat, I'm a chocolate, nigga, M&Ms
Walking on this shit, look how I'm talking, this shit getting serious
Be done punched you in yo' mothafuckin' mouth with them ole big veneers
I'm tha best rapper alive for the next fifty years

Nigga, I am out ya business
But I can kick it to you, give you knowledge if you listen
Just grind until it's finish
Keep 'em out ya business
They probably ain't gon' frisk me, so I sneak in with the blicky
Then leave out with the bitches

Pussy, weed, and alcohol
Yeah, yeah
Baby