BACK 2 BUSINESS - Intellectual

[Intro]

I wanna rap

Rap-rap

Knots in my pockets got bigger (Knots), 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 (Woo)

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 (Brrt), 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, skrrt, yeah), hit the red carpet and bag me a model (Yeah)

Smokin' out the pound, got lean by the bottle (Yeah), piss me off, everybody in trouble (Yeah)

Price on my head, I'll pay 'em double (Yeah), we gon' send shots and burst they bubble

Got your career on my wrist, yeah, can't nobody fuck my bitch, yeah

Pills inside of my piss, yeah, keep the fire (Yeah), 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 (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, thirty rounds in my clip, bitch

Turn your new chain to a lick, bitch, time to get back to the business

Got a lot of 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 know what these bitches want me for, that's why I'ma doubt 'em (Bitch)

I ain't know when she get comfortable, she gon' do everything I allow her

I know the place I came from, I know they still whippin' up that powder

I had too many chains on, so I left 'em on when I shower (Pop, pop, pop, pop)