Calvary Kylan, iayze - Running Business lyrics

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
(You already know what the fuck goin' on)
Hold on, what the fuck?
(There go Kylan, he be wildin', ayy)
Ayy, all these bitch ass niggas
Wan' clique up with others, you heard me?
You know what that shit come with
That shit come with murder 'round here
Ayy, uh
Stand on that business when you see me
(Uh, yeah) we don't talk with all that

My cousin a big crip
Been walkin' round shit just like a smurf
And we got 556, lie to the people
Like "It's NERF" ayy
Don't speak on that business
Just go put one in the dirt
My bitch, she runnin' business
Got that strap tucked in her purse
He said he might bust
I don't give a fuck, thе whole city
They don't like us
Stick dick all in hеr kitty
Know I'm with it, they won't strike us
Feel like villain, not the setup
Police keep tryna indict us this a SRT
I whip that bitch just like a monster truck
In the street, this shit keep getting deep
I be staying in my lane so
Just keep me out your beef
And I'm praying for a change
But they don't wanna talk to me
Told my brothers, "Keep the law first
I'll be six feet underneath"
Uh, they don't know me, so shit
Stop talking like you do
I be writing all my pain and spit
That shit all in the booth
Better yet, I speak the truth
He talk too much, put him on mute
And lil' said he gang, but shit
I barely know you (I don't know)
I'ma talk my shit regardless when I
Step out from the building
We got them purple flags and shit
We broke into the ceiling
We got Glock press, we got Smith's
He gon' run soon as I hit it
And I came in this bitch with it
You want smoke? Step off the building

My cousin a big crip
Been walkin' round shit just like a smurf
And we got 556, lie to the people
Like "It's NERF" ayy
Don't speak on that business
Just go put one in the dirt
My bitch, she runnin' business
Got that strap tucked in her purse
He said he might bust
I don't give a fuck, the whole city
They don't like us
Stick dick all in her kitty
Know I'm with it, they won't strike us
Feel like villain, not the setup
Police keep tryna indict us this a SRT
I whip that bitch just like a monster truck

This a ARP
It hit his head and it's gon' fuck him up
We slidin' through tryna catch something
If he outside then he fucked up
It's a 223 on the end of that lil'
Drum and it's gon' slug him up
I'ma rock out the whole 30
If he tryna buck up, make him shut up
I'm on that type of timing with lil' Kylan
He be tryna slide
Talking sneak that iron and push his mind
And swear that he ain't fine
Smoking Zaza up in Houston while his
Main bitch give me mind
I'm talking, catch that rapper out
Take his chain off him, make it mine
He done run out of time
We out of line, my new bitch, she a dime
I bet that sprinter take his life
I'm talking hollow bullets flying
He on that nine to five
I been getting money, nigga
Since I was nine
We hit that opp block with them
9s, with an opp thot, she fine
Okay, come correct
You ain't step on shit, bitch
You been lying i Saks
He don't give a fuck if he was slimed
(Okay) i don't give a fuck, the whole city
They don't like us if we don't get him, we
Might miss him, bitch
We can't waste no more time
The opps out, side by side
762 bullet's make him fly
I say that all the time
We gon' smoke that nigga like some 'Za

My cousin a big crip
Been walkin' round shit just like a smurf
(Just like a smurf)
And we got 556, lie to the people
Like "It's NERF" ayy (Rah)
Don't speak on that business
Just go put one in the dirt
(Put one in the dirt)
My bitch, she runnin' business
Got that strap tucked in her purse (yeah)
He said he might bust
I don't give a fuck, the whole city
They don't like us
Stick dick all in her kitty
Know I'm with it, they won't strike us
Feel like villain, not the setup
Police keep tryna indict us this a SRT
I whip that bitch just like a monster truck

Uh huh, these niggas say they
Gon' walk us down
They ain't on none of that
(Ayy, yeah yeah yeah)
(It's on, rich gang, blitz gang)
Been slime since young niggas
(Headshot gang, walk down gang)
Talkin' walkin' 'round with blicks on us
Sneakin' blicks with us (There go Kylan)
Can't say too much, woah fuck 'em
There that nigga, you be wildin'
Ayy, ayy, fake that, all that
Ayy, don't speak on that shit
Keep that shit down, silent
They not fans
Don't believe that we really 'bout it
Nigga, yeah