OUT YA BUSINESS

I am out ya bidness
But I can kick it to you, give you knowledge if you listen
Just grind until it's finished
Keep 'em out ya bidness
They prolly 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 talmbout my crib, nigga, not at all

Make me sick 'cause I'm a dawg
Where his purse? 'Cause he a bitch
Nigga hate hisself, so he leave comments when he see the pics
I act like I ain't see the shit
The nigga still ain't found hisself
I told him, fuck it, go jump off a bridge today and drown to death
I don't mean no harm, I'm tryna help

A lotta these lil' niggas in the way, tired of these niggas, so give 'em game
Prowl on these niggas, I'm in the paint, fire on me while I was gettin' a fade
Go to work on you niggas, I'm clockin' in
I was focused before, now I'm lockin' in
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 my mama don't know you, don't call me bro
And ain't no hope for this motherfuckin' generation
Ain't no women left, you gotta find a ho

And ain't no real niggas left for the women either
Did her dirty, and now that bitch gettin' even
He got comfortable, that nigga didn't see it
He in love with the ho and she still an eater

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

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

Fuck it, nigga, spin again
Havin' too much fun on these lil' beats, feel like a kid again
Feel just like I'm ten again
This shit hit like ridin' a bike
Do this shit again, again (again, again)
Me and her talkin' our shit, we in here gettin' it in

Both us in here drippin' sweat, I'm a chocolate nigga, M&Ms
Walkin' on this shit, look how I'm talkin', this shit gettin' serious
Be done punched you in your motherfuckin' mouth with them ol' big veneers
I'm the best rapper alive for the next 50 years

Nigga, I am out ya bidness
But I can kick it to you, give you knowledge if you listen
Just grind until it's finished
Keep 'em out ya bidness
Prolly wouldn't frisk me, so I sneak in with the blicky
Then leave out with the bitches

Pussy, weed, and alcohol
Yeah, yeah
Baby