Bidness (feat. Toosii) - DaBaby & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Yeah, you hear that? That's inevitability You can't stop this shit I'm too tapped in Too loyal Surrounded by a few of my niggas who did breaking and entering Through a bidness with them because they can't break a commitment Look, I'm a magician, I belong inside Magic City Got too much intuition to just blow tuition on titties, I know Young Metro got that stick, that's a cig, he don't smoke Fuck around, get smoked I can't think of one time I was put Up on the spot, then I choked (I can't) I can't think of one time I got rich then went broke Bitch, I'm doing digits, all business, big bidness See me on the block? Mhmm, bitches still business See my dick off in her mouth? Yep, bitches still business Ye said, "Kill em all" God the only witness I'm set, sunset Put it down for the team that I protect (for my team) Bitch, please do not interject If you move too quick, I might take it as a threat I'm consistent, I'm persistent Got to get it, bitch, I risk it Time to hit them big licks and make that shit a tradition Yeah, what goes around comes around, faster than fidgets Man, outchea is frigid Man, these streets is vicious 'Bout to give my girl some kids just to start a family business 'Cause it's all about business, yeah be bitch ya business Yeah, look, we out here tryna start a franchise We tell the truth, you tellin' stories 'round the campfire Yeah, it's all game ho, let it soak Me and my bros rock the same chains around like we a cult I'm the one in the bunch, they protect me like the Pope Going all night on the daily though Rolling down 7 mile, bet a thou' Hit downtown then hit the Isle Nothing free, not even style Free Vezzo, yeah let him out King of my city, man, feel like I'm Coretta child I'm my mama's son, I gotta rise I can't let her down Bitch, I'm doing digits, all business, big bidness See me on the block? Mhmm, bitches still business See my dick off in her mouth? Yep, bitches still business Ye said, "Kill em all" God the only witness I'm set, sunset Put it down for the team that I protect (for my team) Bitch, please do not interject If you move too quick, I might take it as a threat Got 'em waiting for my verses like it's Christmas to come Would talk about my exes, but I'm dissing them all Bought foreclosed houses, and I'm fixing them all Any time I caught work, it was pistols involved Yeah, I'm talking big business, here go the statistics One out every five people trapping turn snitches Get up out the game, put it up for a rainy Hardest working man in showbiz, no complaining Yeah, I get a rush from the grind Touchdown, bust down, single for tonight When she come over, deep tissue neck shoulder Got a restaurant, a label when I closed her Lying, I ain't lying Lying down the street Discount code, first come, gon' eat And this ain't for the weak, I do it every week I do it in my sleep, got in it like ink Bitch, I'm doing digits, all business, big bidness See me on the block Mhmm, bitches still business See my dick off in her mouth Yep, bitches still business Ye said, "Kill em all" God the only witness I'm set, sunset Put it down for the team that I protect (for my team) Bitch, please do not interject If you move too quick, I may take it as a threat Look, boy, the bidness internal, the vision's eternal These niggas will burn you Don't ask no questions if that shit don't concern you I've been standing outside all day, man, rocking my thermal My off-white came straight from Virgil My brothers on side of me That's who I turn to when shit gets too turnt to handle it Dolo, it's too lit inferno While you was dozing, I thought I was nocturnal I wrote every single success I had first in the journal You bitches nothing but hurdles Boy, I'll hop right over you Who the fuck you think watching over you I'm God's favorite, you couldn't pray a hundred times a day To have me over and through I'm the bipolar you I'm doing what you way too hoe to do I got a ocean-view overview that reminded me this is overdue Jeez, I don't got feelings, I just fill seats I'm on fleek, I don't retreat I did this shit in my sleep Sike, I don't sleep, I don't cuddle Bitch, I'm the team captain inside the huddle The man of my house and the man your little brother grew up to The man in my hood and all the other hats that I juggle Niggas my little cuzzos, little niggas Nobody sonning me If am a sun, I'm the one you look up to (I look up) Fuck you Big Bidness Metro Boomin' wants some more, nigga

Fo' sho' (oh, no, no, no, no, no, no) (What's happenin', Chi Chi?) Fo' sho' Yeah, mm Tell a nigga, "Don't play" (tell a nigga, "Don't play") Make it hard for you, send shots right where you lay (right where you lay) Know I keep my distance, one call and I'm on the way (I'm on the way) I'm tryna see 'bout it (see 'bout it) The only man I fear is God 'cause they know we 'bout it Yeah, they know we 'bout it (we 'bout it) Only run with steppers, can't do a weak body (weak body) Only V8s and V12s when we ridin' (we ridin') Bad bitch, she ridin', ayy (she ridin') And I gotta fuck with the gang, gang, know he slidin' RIP the opps, gotta put clips on opps Fuckin' with rich niggas, we won't hit licks, hit for stocks All of the whips convertible, tell her to pick the drop And I'll take a nigga life 'fore I take a bitch to shop Only do the red keys (red keys) Ain't a dead body, but I'll stretch her out on the bed sheet (on the bed sheet) 'Fore I fuck her, you know that I ask her for the head please (head, please) Get the nigga dead, please (dead, please) 10K, get the whip, flip, that's a rip-stick, dead G's, dead Glocks And I ain't Young Money but I'm down to make the bed rock, ayy I'ma roll out the pussy, watch the gang, roll a dead opp Told the bitch to head rock Know the beat knock how her head bop And I'm a clean nigga but you know I like the head slop Slide when we headshot (headshot) I'm a fan of the green beam, don't do the red dots I'm the type of nigga to give her dick, I'ma make her legs lock (legs lock) And I'll still run a nigga down, I'm tryna head-shop (head-shop) I'm hitting every shot (every shot) Tell a nigga, "Don't play" (tell a nigga, "Don't play") Make it hard for you, send shots right where you lay (right where you lay) Know I keep my distance, one call and I'm on the way (I'm on the way) I'm tryna see 'bout it (see 'bout it) The only man I fear is God 'cause they know we 'bout it Yeah, they know we 'bout it (we 'bout it) Only run with steppers, can't do a weak body (weak body) Only V8s and V12s when we ridin' (we ridin') Bad bitch, she ridin', ayy (she ridin') And I gotta fuck with the gang, gang, know he slidin' RIP the opps, gotta put clips on opps Fuckin' with rich niggas, we won't hit licks, hit for stocks All of the whips convertible, tell her to pick the drop And I'll take a nigga life 'fore I take a bitch to shop Two FNs stuffed in my Amiris, these ain't Levi's Knew how it felt to hold a gun when I was knee-high Uncle Ray let me hold his .38 whenever we'd ride (we'd ride) At the age of five, back then, I ain't understand, I ain't see why (let's go) And a nigga damn sure never saw me rappin' Either way it go, they gon' have to catch me with that fire, no lackin' Quit frontin' your move, ain't none of y'all bitch ass niggas about no action I get mad in this bitch, come off my hip and wet up your Starter jacket And the niggas I'm with gon' step on any other nigga that saw it happen Hope you lil' niggas know Every nigga 'round me, he done did it before, I'll kill you at my show 200 25 thousand get me out the door, half a million or more I make her cry me a river before we get close, need to get me a boat Tell a nigga, "Don't play" (tell a nigga, "Don't play") Make it hard for you, send shots right where you lay (right where you lay) Know I keep my distance, one call and I'm on the way (I'm on the way) I'm tryna see 'bout it (see 'bout it) The only man I fear is God 'cause they know we 'bout it Yeah, they know we 'bout it (we 'bout it) Only run with steppers, can't do a weak body (weak body) Only V8s and V12s when we ridin' (we ridin') Bad bitch, she ridin', ayy (she ridin') And I gotta fuck with the gang, gang, know he slidin' RIP the opps, gotta put clips on opps Fuckin' with rich niggas, we won't hit licks, hit for stocks All of the whips convertible, tell her to pick the drop And I'll take a nigga life 'fore I take a bitch to shop

Snoop Dogg No Limit Top Dogg Somethin Bout Yo Bidness Somethin about yo' business, I really don't understand But if you keep on teasin me girl, I'm gon' be your man Somethin about yo' business, I really don't understand But if you keep on teasin me girl, I'm gon' change your plan You got yo' thang, and I got mine You see, I can give it to you like all the time If you, gimme them digits let me holla at you baby Stop playin games, let's do this damn thang Cause you the whole thang, with the candles and the ice And then the champagne, whoot wham bing bing bang bang! Now, what's love got to do with this? Cause if you cool with this I'm through with this Baby is we doin this? Somethin about yo' business, I really don't understand But if you keep on teasin me girl, I'm gon' be your man Somethin about yo' business, I really don't understand But if you keep on teasin me girl, I'm gon' change your plan I know when you'll change your mind; That's when your rent is due (when your rent is due) And you're many months behind How's that to treat your friend With that attitude. you can leave it all behind Somethin about yo' business, I really don't understand But if you keep on teasin me girl, I'm gon' be your man Somethin about yo' business, I really don't understand But if you keep on teasin me girl, I'm gon' change your plan You say that you don't, you say that you won't I think that you will, cause girl I'm way too real And every girl need a G, and we see G I saw you lookin at me, when I was with Warren G You peepin not speakin and that's freakin me out It's somethin bout yo bidness baby and it's flippin me out I really can't understand why it's so easy, for you to tease me 'Fore it's over, you'll be Miss Snoop Deezy Somethin about yo' business, I really don't understand But if you keep on teasin me girl, I'm gon' be your man Somethin about yo' business, I really don't understand But if you keep on teasin me girl, I'm gon' change your plan Somethin about yo' business, I really don't understand But if you keep on teasin me girl, I'm gon' be your man Somethin about yo' business, I really don't understand But if you keep on teasin me girl, I'm gon' change your plan Somethin about yo' business, I really don't understand But if you keep on teasin me girl, I'm gon' be your man Somethin about yo' business, I really don't understand But if you keep on teasin me girl, I'm gon' change your plan

I need to talk to Mike Laury Hello? It's Mike Laury I'm runnin' and I'm runnin', yeah (Dubba-AA Flex) Uh, my mama slime, my sister slime, my brother slime My daddy slime, yeah, he slime (Louie Bandz made another one) Ayy, now how you wanna do it? (How you wanna do it, nigga?) I'm in here (What you on for?) Ayy, 4KTrey, you know, free D-Dawg, nigga I'm on that same shit, nobody safe, look (This is the sound) Let's go Boom, baow, pussy bitch, don't try to run now Fuck nigga ain't have his head on I'ma make sure that these niggas hear me through they headphones I've been cooling But these pussy bitches just won't leave me 'lone (Look) Crack you in your shit just to see what's on your mind, huh (Bitch) I'm YoungBoy, YB Kayla, YBN, she slime Police on my ass, gotta watch the way I'm slidin' He acting hype, them slimes roll down and ease his mind, and yeah I pull up acting in a four door You would think my niggas with me in this bitch, but, boy, I'm solo And Meechie in the South but still'll come and kick your front door Bro geekin' off that soft, but wildin' out, bitch, if you don't know I'm telling you niggas, I drop a bag just to finish you niggas He think it's done, but that's his ass, I'm gon' get rid of you niggas At a show or anything, bitch, we gon' hit at you niggas I want 'em all, that's on my dawg, bitch, we gon' get at you niggas Peel your block and try to catch a nigga outside I'm thuggin' for real, I tell you, bitch, I cross the law line I'm 'bout mine, let's slang iron, Three run down with that Glock 9 Motherfuck if they clutchin', they all in trouble, I'ma bust mine Hold on, grew up in that fire, huh He came out a slime, huh He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah ('Cause you gon' die) Muthafuck who come behind, huh 'Cause bitch, we slangin' iron, huh Take his ass up top like high five, look Don't give a fuck 'bout who you call Or who come out of town The city know we step on shit, I'm slime Don't give a fuck 'bout who they 'round 'Cause we gon' get them all We ain't the ones to rep on bitch Check out my murder man dance, look Pull on side him, dump a hundred in the car (Boom, baow) Catch you slippin', then you ain't gon' see tomorrow (Uh-uh) This for Dump, behind him we dyin' hard (Uh) I go by top, get out your top, I draw the sword (Bitch, what up?) Everybody in here slimin' with a nigga, ayy They ain't on shit, they don't want no problem with a nigga, yeah These hoes ain't shit, I put a Remy on a pillow, yeah Mention an opp, I tell her stop until it build up (Bitch, dumb) Bro just wrote me in a message and I read it, what it said? He joced off you about your ex and then he dead (That nigga dead) I'm bangin' green but I get mad and leave all red I been that nigga, you gon' get that through your head Bitch, yeah Grew up in that fire, huh He came out a slime, huh He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah ('Cause you gon' die) Muthafuck who come behind, huh 'Cause bitch, we slangin' iron, huh Take his ass up top like high five, look Don't give a fuck 'bout who you call Or who come out of town The city know we step on shit, I'm slime Don't give a fuck 'bout who they 'round 'Cause we gon' get them all We ain't the ones to rep on bitch Check out my murder man dance, look Grew up in that fire He came out a slime He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah (You gon' die) (This is the sound) Don't give a fuck who come behind 'Cause bitch we slangin' iron Take his ass up top like high five Don't give a fuck 'bout who you call Or who come out of town The city know we step on shit, yeah (We gon' kill them too) Don't give a fuck 'bout who they 'round (Nah) 'Cause we gon' get them all (All) We ain't the ones to rep on bitch

BJ on the beat, boy Why the temperature say 80 degrees And I'm the only one fuckin' cold in here? Maybe 'cause you're the only one with all these goddamn chains on You think? (Goddamn, BJ with another) 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass Follow who back? Tell the hoe follow me Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans Take a dub, get some 'woods from the store Actin' tough, put some wood on a hoe Plenty lumber, we be ridin' like some hunters In the jungle, in the neck of the woods with my bros Ask Patrol, I ain't never gon' fold When they go down, we gon' see who gon' froze And my chain on freeze Don't correct the way I speak, if I ain't fuckin' up my count Ayy, why you watching what I'm doin'? She took shots and won over Top I'm on a lap, but won't go overboard I'm feelin' her, she feelin' Lil Top He want someone else every time I get bored I'ma sin like I'm 'Sace, he play all the chords If you call out for help, I'll never ignore it Any diamond you want, I got caked up for it Wake up chasin' that money, we makin' up for it, yeah They wan' ride with the slime (Let's go) Ride with the, ride with the, ride with the slime She gon' take all the time for her to play with my mind She tryna fuck up my grind, ain't no way that nigga slime, ooh 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass Follow who back? Tell the hoe follow me Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans Car go, from a push of a button Gun go, from a look all of sudden I got money steady comin' as I'm spendin' every hundred Dead man by the bundle, you can join if you wanna Why she dissin' on a nigga? I ain't stuntin' on a hoe I got money, I said, I can transform any hoe Make a bitch 4K Trey, I'ma learn me a hoe Cut the grass for the snakes 'til the lawn motor blow 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass Follow who back? Tell the hoe follow me Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans For whoever tryna follow me (For whoever tryna follow me) In a safe location, close to sea (In a safe location, close to sea) Hidin' out on the beach, no, literally (Hidin' out on the beach, no, literally) Away from the drama It's just me and me and my 5th baby mama (5th baby mama) You don't want no problems Got that .45 up this bitch, that motor-stopper (That what Herm call it) They took red off the market, got six in the pint, for the 3K, I cop it Bought a watch like a 10K, the X what it sign for, I come out my pocket I had to make me some spiritual choices to knock off his noggin' I wanted some shit with more horses I went to the lot, had to widen the body Rich nigga shit, suck a rich nigga dick And don't tell nobody about it Cut you off like the hair on your twat Bitch, I got youngins, they ready to stop shit 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass Follow who back? Tell the hoe follow me Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass BJ on the beat, boy (Goddamn, BJ with another one)

PlayBoy on this bitch but he ain't playing I'm that Smoke a blunt of strong, tell me, is you with that? I'm just tyna get to know you baby, tell me where you getting at (I been that) And I can take your pain to the Neverland Too busy being wild Roll out, roll out, roll out Pull up then we show out Go up, rock out They pretend for the clout I am way too cool for y'all I only care 'bout myself I think I've seen a black cloud Okay, I walk in Looking around like where am I at? I just see the girl who's stuck in my head Tried to stay away but she reelin' me in We could have fun for the whole weekend Gotta thank God for the big backend We just had a whole new pack came in I just went and bought new Chanel lense Went on tour and I got new fans Real deal slime, got diamonds on my hands Real shooter time, I just made a hundred bands Lost one friend and I gotta advance Young rich nigga need to buy me some land Real gold digger, she don't need no man She so thick and the tone of her skin Make a nigga wanna try dating again Oh Holly, I'm so sorry You my only friend I feel you right onside me I never want this for the end Your energy keep on calling I pick up It seems like I can't keep 'em off me Roll out, roll out, roll out, roll out Pull up then we show out Go up, rock out They pretend for the clout I am way too cool for y'all I only care 'bout myself I think I've seen a black cloud Roll out, roll out, roll out, roll out Pull up then we show out Go up, rock out They pretend for the clout I am way too cool for y'all I only care 'bout myself I think I've seen a black cloud Real street nigga, why they hatin' on me? Tell me why I got this pain inside of me I tried to leave the beef alone, yeah honestly But I've been leaving niggas dead inside the streets Ohh Got them friends tryna bait us I say "hell nah" I'm like Holly All these fuckin drugs that I'm on I got blood running down my arms I don't wanna be alone They fucking fake the shit they say, it only make me stronger Cut out the tops now your dawgs done went missin' We clear out the block with a stick and a Glizzy We cut off her hair when she tryna commit it Interviewed by reporters while sittin' in the Bentley They know I did it while I'm rapping 'bout killing Truth for my city, I'ma say how I feel They say that nigga got several convictions You know how I'm coming, you know how we living Smoke a blunt, a strong, tell me, is you with that? I'm just tyna get to know you baby, tell me where you getting at I been that and I can take your pain to the Neverland Too busy being who I am Roll out, roll out, roll out, roll out Pull up then we show out Go up, rock out They pretend for the clout I am way too cool for y'all I only care 'bout myself I think I've seen a black cloud Okay

(I got Hitman on the beat) Uh (Top, nigga) Spin it, don't compare me to these broke-ass niggas I ain't never blow the whistle Still see all my hoes official Know I control it by buyin' all the stolen pistols, yeah Can't tell me shit 'bout nothin' he said He'll leave you dead, I know my nigga We make hot, exotic rentals When you see that window roll down Don't fight back 'til that pole sound This KelTec could knock hoes down Bitch, get up out the way Youngin 16 That's who we got with the Drac' and he ain't got no aim Uh, frontin' that frrt and blowin' flames We gon' fight these cases with tactics, we don't give no names 4KTrey pallbearers, gravediggers, free Five, they got my slime in chains Talk 'nough rah-rah, niggas These niggas gon' die they touch my fuckin' chain Umm hmm Kickin' shit, umm hmm I hit that bitch, umm hmm I kick my stick, umm hmm I'm with that shit, that umm hmm Got hella bats, umm hmm Big-ass gats, umm hmm Foreign whips, umm hmm My bitch got a big old ass, umm hmm Ha-ha, laughin', but I'll shoot you in your shit, hold up, baow, baow Take her, then I turn up your lil' bitch, hold up, wow, wow I came with it, make her scrape this extra water on my wrist I got the money, I'm juggin', I'm bouncin' I'm bootin', know nothin' 'bout no juggernaut I got them youngins, them hitters Them killers, you know they gon' turn this shit up a notch I got your ho and she bootin' I buy her a booty, she take 'em all to your spot I put your bitch on a mission She comin' back with it, I buy her Chanel, uh Bitch, I crash out with that semi, they gon' call 12 Do the dash from them, skrrt We don't stop for nothin', skrrt Hold on, scrape the bowl, skrrt, skrrt I'm a savage on these hoes I don't wait for nothin' We'll drive off for to split them on the road Kickin' shit, umm hmm I hit that bitch, umm hmm I kick my stick, umm hmm I'm with that shit, that umm hmm Got hella bats, umm hmm Big-ass gats, umm hmm Foreign whips, umm hmm My bitch got a big old ass, umm hmm Do the dash from them, skrrt We don't stop for nothin', skrrt Hold on, scrape the bowl, skrrt, skrrt I'm a savage on these hoes I don't wait for nothin' We'll drive off for to split them on the road Hold up, umm hmm, I'm with that shit Umm hmm, I kick my stick

(It's a Scalez track, ayy, tell 'em, "Run that back") Yeah, this Lil Top, nigga, huh You already know how I do it when I come I'ma spit some gangster shit to you You hear me? (Uh) Mama, I wanna tell you that I'm sorry for them hard times I know I'm selfish, but behind you, I stay on my grind Wish you can help me, but I'm sinnin', I need more money I need a blessin', I ain't been prayin', they don't wanna see me shine Jaz fed over these hoes, I ain't never grow into a man, yeah Four-five in my coat, try me at Coach, you know I'm sprayin' it This bitch plan on stayin' in my home, tryna find out where her man at All night, I drink lean with that bitch and pop Xanax Play with Top, nigga, have your Glock, nigga I come up straight from the block, me and Ten, we ran from cops, nigga Check out how I got that guap, baby, it won't stop, nigga Put switch on back of that Glock, hit him, have his body twitchin' Real gangster or a fake killer? Tell 'em, "Fuck with us" Had you front row at that funeral, nigga, wonderin' if we split 'em I ain't even squeeze that trigger, that's that fuckin' bag that hit him Four-door Magnum with a dirty .30, speedin' to the millions, bitch, get up with me Young rockstar, oh, my God I hope you out here late at night and got your right guide Ain't no surrender, kill the killers, we fill them eyes See street lights, that's a great way for the escape when it's late night Fuck these pussy niggas hatin' on me, yeah, I said it This is my testimony, yeah Know that I gotta keep my weapon on me I'm a felon, but I gotta keep protection on me I came out at night, I got these diamonds on me Bitches on me, know I can take it home with me Big .45 drum up on me with a beam I'ma put this bitch up on you, please don't run up on me (Oh) Save my soul Oh, I miss my old self (yeah) Save my soul Man, this bitch ain't no help (It's a Scalez track, ayy, tell 'em, "Run that back") Pull up in that Rolls, baby girl, I'm shinin', I'm shinin' I was broke, now, baby, I got money in my pockets Check my mama, bitch, I put them diamonds on her body What the problem? You know young nigga keep around a chopper Mama, I wanna tell you that I'm sorry for them hard times I know I'm selfish, but behind you, I stay on my grind Wish you can help me, but I'm sinnin', I need more money I need a blessin', I ain't been prayin', they don't wanna see me shine Fuck these pussy niggas hatin' on me, yeah, I said it This is my testimony, yeah Know that I gotta keep my weapon on me I'm a felon, but I gotta keep protection on me I came out at night, I got these diamonds on me Bitches on me, know I can take it home with me Big .45 drum up on me with a beam I'ma put this bitch up on you, please don't run up on me, no