All business – Hit-Boy lyrics

Lyrics All business – Hit-Boy

All business lyrics
Gun powder in my .. load the clip then unload it
We the realest you can quote me
I’m back and I’m better brodie
Made this beat all by my lonely
Wrote this shit all by lonely
So I’m doly to the stu I might be the one and only
9 hunnid dollar tee and a two tone Rollie
Two hands up niggas tryna block me like a goalie
Thugs and parole some of my closest homies
It’s the way these niggas move why we ain’t clickin’
They fakin’ real life get saved by image
I’m sizin’ niggas up but this ain’t full fittin’
I can hear the sneak diss in the play back
Niggas will see me one on one to say that
The injection is lethal I’m thumpin on the needle
Put my face on stain glass in the cathedral
Back to back deals with Jimmy and hovito
Niggas wouldn’t know the feeling
Building till I own the building yeah

[Interlude 1: Hit-Boy]
I’d like to send the congratulations
To my motherfuckin’ self
Look hol’ up

[Verse 2: Hit-Boy]
Lacin’ up these size 10 steppin’ on you eyes crack
Started with a small vision now the screen on iMax
Big dawg vicious God my witness
I ain’t with the wishin’ so I keep it all bidness
HB paid the cost I got the shit ringin’ off
See the smoke from the exhaust when I peel out kid
Ten plus in this shit and they still doubt Hit
I should hand niggas a contract like fill out this
Went through the seasons I had to stand the weather
One man band y’all better band together I’m ’bout bands
Doubts in my flame nigga I doubt that
My nigga see an enemigo they gon’ hop out fast
Look back in the race and get passed up quick
Pushin’ at my own pace still lappin’ you ..
I wasn’t even surprised when you ass jumped shit
We know niggas who do the most ain’t done shit

[Interlude 2: Hit-Boy]
It’s all bidness no feelings
Get money keep winnin’
Look hol’ up

[Verse 3: Hit-Boy & BENNY THE BUTCHER]
Gotta clean up the mud I ain’t touchin’ the feds
Then we high like a nigga standin’ up on peds
We ain’t givin’ out the info don’t ask us
Mask up flee the scene in a black truck
It’s bad luck fuckin’ with squad
We .. your ass to the mob
The Flex droppin’ a bomb I had to take the batton
Nip’ told the world this shit is a marathon
you got sell a billion first week
I ain’t scared of y’all (I got this)
Let’s go
Bulletproof the Benz lost a few friends
But made so much hoes think I play for the Redskins
Blowin’ smoke out of gas masks (Yeah)
Baggin’ dough up in trashbag streets’ll double cross like hashtags
Pressure wasn’t shit to a nigga I invited it
They askin’ what I did for the hood I inspired it
Fiends taste the dope ‘fore they fire it who inquirin’?
Chasin’ down money was tirin’ now they wire it
Gun smoke in my clothing they can never say I folded
Put a nigga to sleep and then give his mother roses
50K in a sofa got me laughin’ like the Joker
You suite the bitch been two week with you and broke it
They ask my motivation of course it’s hunger
I walked out of 2019 with jordan numbers
Record label tryna sign me that’s when we lost each other
‘Cause I’m really not a rapper I just talk to hustlers
The Butcher ah

Big Griselda in this bitch
You know what I’m sayin’?
You know I fly to LA
Soon as I land I’m gon fuck with my boy Hit
Niggas ain’t fuckin’ with us nigga
It’s classic shit ah
The real is back nigga we run this shit ah
We run this shit The Butcher comin’ niggaaa

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All business – Hit-Boy lyrics
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