Bad Business *2020*

[Intro: Zotiyac]
The girl next door, y'know?
Uh
Ayy

[Verse 1: Zotiyac]
I just popped a pill to might fuck up my high
Mix lean with the molly, might fuck 'round and die
Got a white bitch 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 shit off for the high
Nigga don't buy no bag, you buy designers socks
If you ballin' then buy yo' bitch somethin', go shop
I just left 1000 a feature, if you need a feature, come shop
I ain't givin' no nigga a verse, it ain't come with a purse, and this shit better come with a Glock
Oh, I'm on a roof top like I'm [?]
I'm aimin' that stick like cue outta pocket
Ain't no warnin', nigga, the [?], I got it
Threw that boy head like a, ooh, but I shot it

[Verse 2: Heist]
We feel like Biggie, who shot ya'?
Got my hood up like Red Rowdies
Zip it up, boy, yeah, we keep it quiet
Most of these niggas be lyin'
Got the heat on me, gotta keep it lowkey
'Cause niggas is tryin', try on me
Boy, niggas is dyin'
But it's all on you
Knock the grease off you
Man, niggas be fryin'
Better watch how you move
Broke niggas got nothin' to do
Stick on me, got somethin' to shoot

[Verse 3: Zotiyac]
'Cause broke niggas ain't got nothin' to lose
Get to blowin', put holes in yo' shit like a flute
She love dick, put my seed in that bitch 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, nigga, look at my clothes, I ain't robbin' nobody
How you got all them poles and ain't shot at nobody?
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 niggas keep magazines like [?]

[Verse 4: Heist]
Niggas ain't clutchin' on nothin'
Big court, yeah, we scorin' on somethin'
Niggas be lyin', they never been hundred
And bitches be lyin' about who they be fuckin'
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]
Niggas be campin' this bitch like we huntin'
Gang in this bitch and we came with them onions
Lovin' these bitches, we call you McLovin
Boy, I feel like Lil Wayne, Birdman, how I'm stuntin'
Only my niggas can't fuck with no others
Callin' his momma 'cause we put him under
Bitch, my heart cold like the Tundra
His momma cryin', he ain't make home to supper