bad business *2020* - heist (nv) lyrics
[intro: zotiyac]
the girl next door, y’know?
uh
ayy
[verse 1: zotiyac]
i just popped a pill to might f*ck up my high
mix lean with the molly, might f*ck ’round and die
got a white b*tch but she know i like latinas, so when she see me she say “cómo estás”
i just got a hp for the low, finna hop on a road and go get this sh*t off for the high
n*gga don’t buy no bag, you buy designers socks
if you ballin’ then buy yo’ b*tch somethin’, go shop
i just left 1000 a feature, if you need a feature, come shop
i ain’t givin’ no n*gga a verse, it ain’t come with a purse, and this sh*t better come with a glock
oh, i’m on a roof top like i’m [?]
i’m aimin’ that stick like [?] outta pocket
ain’t no warnin’, n*gga, the [?], i got it
threw that boy head like a, ooh, but i shot it
[verse 2: heist]
we feel likе biggie, who shot ya’?
got my hood up like red rowdiеs
zip it up, boy, yeah, we keep it quite
most of these n*ggas be lyin’
got the heat on me, gotta keep it lowkey
’cause n*ggas is tryin’, try on me
boy, n*ggas is dyin’
but it’s all on you
knock the grease off you
man, n*ggas be fryin’
better watch how you move
broke n*ggas got nothin’ to do
stick on me, got somethin’ to shoot
[verse 3: zotiyac]
’cause broke n*ggas ain’t got nothin’ to lose
get to blowin’, put holes in yo’ sh*t like a flute
she love d*ck, put my seed in that b*tch like a fruit
boy, i can’t hold no liquor, i’m sippin’ on juice
on a roll with some pints and a tech on me, too
ayy, n*gga, look at my clothes, i ain’t robbin’ n0body
how you got all them poles and ain’t shot at n0body?
the glock transform, i ain’t poppin’ no molly
it change up the body, it came with a ronnie
i wet yo’ ass up, boy, i came with dasani
we carve you and light yo’ ass up like a pumpkin
come through slammin’, dunkin’ like donuts
all my n*ggas keep magazines like [?]
[verse 4: heist]
n*ggas ain’t clutchin’ on nothin’
big court, yeah, we scorin’ on somethin’
n*ggas be lyin’, they never been hundred
and b*tches be lyin’ about who they be f*ckin’
pay for the game, we gon’ turn up the function
if i dig in my pocket, you know what i’m touchin’
play in these streets, you know how we comin’
shoot the ar and it go through his stomach
[verse 5: zotiyac & heist]
n*ggas be campin’ this b*tch like we huntin’
gang in this b*tch and we came with them onions
lovin’ these b*tches, we call you mclovin
boy, i feel like lil wayne, birdman, how i’m stuntin’
only my n*ggas can’t f*ck with no others
callin’ his momma ’cause we put him under
b*tch, my heart cold like the tundra
his momma cryin’, he ain’t make home to supper
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