Last-Dude - Back Back! lyrics

Back on my business
Back, back on my business
Back, back on my business
Back,  back on my business
Yeah, I'm back on my business
Yeah,  yeah, on my business
Back, back on my business
Back, back on my nightmare
Back on my business
Back,  back on my business
Back, back on my business
Back, back on my business
Yeah, I'm back on my business
Yeah, yeah, on my business
Back, back on my business
Back, back on my nightmare

This shit will never stop, bitch
I be sippin'
Wock, bitch, I be countin' guap, ooh, damn
This shit will never stop, bitch
I be sippin'
Wock, bitch, I be countin' guap, ooh, damn
Walk in the club, Balenci', ooh, I
Fuck your bitch in a Bentley, yeah
Walk in the club in Balenci', ooh, I
Fuck your bitch in a Bentley, yeah

Feel a nigga mind, see a nigga grind
Fuckin' gold mine of a mind
Full kai, Super Saiyan on these niggas
Fightin' birds in the damn sky
'cause I'm damn fly
Feel a nigga mind, see a nigga grind
Fuckin' gold mine of a mind
Full kai, Super Saiyan on these niggas
Fightin' birds in the- yah, murder gang, uh
Run and make a nigga lose his vertebrae, uh
Southside nigga, murder everything, uh
Shots fire, make a nigga run, man
(Fire, fire)
I sent your grandma a dick pic, uh
Got that bitch all on my dick tip, uh
I am so strange like a misfit, uh
Kick that bitch out, she indifferent, uh

Smokin' Gelato, I'm watchin' a movie
Rockin' designer, I'm rockin' the Gucci
(Damn)
Poppin' a molly, I'm drinkin' a smoothie
Shoot it out, all like this shit Call of Duty
(Yuh) wearin' Balmain, bitch
This shit ain't no Ksubis (O oh)
Dive in that pussy, that shit a jacuzzi
(yeah)
Can't go to class, I don't got my toolie
Can't go to class, I don't got my toolie
(Brr)

Fuck your dead homie
Hope that nigga rest in piss
I put 'bout thirty in this stick
I might just go and cop a switch
I put a ski up on my face
I'm really on some robbin' shit
I put yo' nigga in a bag
Now you on some sobbin' shit
He duckin' out, get the momma
We finna turn up the summer
We mixin' murder with drummer
He said too much so I slumped him
The whole gang full of gunnas
The Draco kick it like punters
We leave 'em drippin' like Gunna
So don't you run 'cause I'ma run you down

Serious addiction, addicted to money
Just cut off the fraction
I spent off the currency had to exchange it
The jet lag was hurting me
I made the bank and
It's stacking up perfectly
2 to 3 sellouts they asking
For features for 21 thousand
I make it buy quicker
Hublot on my wrist but the
Time on it different thought 'bout the show
Had enough now I'm richer
I fix it up then I get out
Throw on the mask then I head out
North Face is all that I wear now
Turn up the show with my head down
I'm on my own, I won't sell out
I'm on my own, watch me spread out
I hit the ground then I set out
Bitch I'm a goat, you're a sellout, yuh, hah

Back on my business
Back, back on my business
Back, back on my business
Back, back on my business
Yeah, I'm back on my business
Yeah, yeah, on my business
Back, back on my business
Back, back on my nightmar