Wale, Westside Gunn, Smoke DZA - The Hurt Business lyrics

(Grr) ayo (Grr) ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo (Grr)

Ayo, I'm on the Lear talkin' Flair
His face all bloody, robe hangin' off
Got hit with a chair (Ah)
Wore our best tints to the dance floor
Greg Valentine lower tops
Blow his brains out, right off the handlebars
(Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Doggypile the Di Vinci's, tremendous
Push a three door Benz
They never comin' out, i had twins (Skrrt)
Walked up on him, pulled my gun out close
Take that fuckin' chain off
(Take that fuckin' shit off)
I need that money and that socks
Filled with bags of dope (Ah)
Duffel bag rumors when we re'd up
My dread shot five niggas
Move to VA and rock the Caesar
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot


Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Peace almighty, grimy (Peacе) kimbo edition
My alma mater is Fedеral prison (Ah)
Guess who ran the day room?
Don't touch the wrong TV
I'm watchin' 106 and Park with my shades on
Niggas gettin' pleasure when they toe
Tag your vintage Gaultier
(Boom, boom, boom, boom)
I'm talkin' old fashion
Shooter got a coke habit
(Boom, boom, boom, boom)

Ayo, the flyest motherfuckers got
The game on lock (Got the game on lock, ah)
Keep shootin' it 'til it ain't no shots
('Til it ain't no shots)
Allah, please forgive all my
Niggas in the box (All my niggas in the box)
When one come home, then another get knocked
(Then another get knocked)
Flyest motherfuckers got the game on lock
(Got the game on lock, ah)
Keep shootin' it 'til it ain't no shots
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
'til it ain't no shots)
Allah, please forgive all my
Niggas in the box
(All my niggas in the box, ah, Kushed God
Bitch)
When one come home, then another got knocked
(Uh, then another get knocked)

It only take a half a
Second to establish the hit (Really)
Send my lil' homie at you
Have him stab through your KITH
Got a kilo on my neck, nigga, average a brick
Your bitch face painted on my pants
Ravishing Rick (Uh)
How stylish is this? No hate
No malice is this
Whippin' heavy, all these carats on wrists
Thousand dollar bottle sprays
My whole palate is rich
Ménage à trois times six, nigga
Paris was lit
I get more twat, more checks than you
(I shake the spot)
You a vegan, now you a vegetable
(I spin the block)
All guns blazin', my man got locked
Came home, went back, he said it's vacation
(Uh) up top shakin'
Just stuffed a Backwood of eighth when
West made the tag from the apron (Really)
Five star suites to bust plays
You do the Days Inn (Uh)
Get to the money, everyday spent

Ayo, the flyest motherfuckers got
The game on lock (Got the game on lock, ah)
Keep shootin' it 'til it ain't no shots
(Brr, brr, 'til it ain't no shots)
Allah, please forgive all my
Niggas in the box (All my niggas in the box)
When one come home, then another get knocked
(Then another get knocked)
Flyest motherfuckers got the game on lock
(Got the game on lock, ah)
Keep shootin' it 'til it ain't no shots
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
'til it ain't no shots)
Allah, please forgive all my
Niggas in the box
(Look, yeah, all my niggas in the box, ah)
When one come home, then another get knocked
(Wale, uh, let's go
Then another get knocked)

Alhamdulillah, most valuable like
Hassan Assad
Got enhancements on them hammers
They'll do their job
On my side, Cullinan with the windows down
Play whatever hand I get
But never ever show my card
Lay down, niggas ain't thug
Don't think we can't tell
It ring out, coughin' up blood
Look like you're Gangrel
Folarin poppin', fiends coppin'
That's my young one
A lot of shoppers don't look like
Rockers because they Young Bucks
Haha, okay, who doper than them?
I got two pair of Duncan Foams
And I ain't open 'em yet
A nigga been floatin' on these vocals
I been a GOAT with the pen
And niggas snub me all they want
We keep revolvers for that folarin is back
I tried to keep my dawg out the trap
He say he got it with that
Rock like Kevin Hart and McMahon
It's hard to be great and
Honestly way harder when black
And I feel like Jake Roberts
Boy, slimin' is back, for real

Ayo, the flyest motherfuckers got
The game on lock (Got the game on lock, ah)
Keep shootin' it 'til it ain't no shots
(Brr, brr, 'til it ain't no shots)
Allah, please forgive all my
Niggas in the box (All my niggas in the box)
When one come home, then another get knocked
(Then another get knocked)
Flyest motherfuckers got the game on lock
(Got the game on lock, ah)
Keep shootin' it 'til it ain't no shots
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
'til it ain't no shots)
Allah, please forgive all my
Niggas in the box
(Look, yeah, all my niggas in the box, ah)
When one come home, then another got knocked
(Then another get knocked)