Business Owner

[Intro]
(Helluva made this beat, baby)

[Verse 1: Teejayx6]
Jumped off the porch early 'cause I had to take my first steps
Before I walk in any Walmart, I take a deep breath
Blowin' a six-gram wood, this shit got me takin' deep breaths
Got booked for a show, I bring my strap just for defense
I ain't wanna buy no weed from that nigga 'cause it's decent
You ain't even got fifty dollars for your nails, girl, beat it
Buyin' beans out the library but I acted like I was readin'
They couldn't tell I was a fake Walmart employee with this vest on
Sent my auntie in BOA so she can get a bank loan
Hit the road with some cars and came back with a bank-roll
Flew out to Atlanta, I just made a fresh bank-roll
I know the real reason this bitch cute, she got make-up on
Fuck a nigga bitch, then I said, "Put your clothes on"
I think her husband comin' inside the crib I put my clothes on
That nigga think he tough, I robbed the nigga in the red zone
'Bout to open up an LLC, I'm a business owner (Shoo)

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Huh
Bitch, I'm with the hitman (With the hitman), he a serial murderer
I'll smack you with the left hand (With the left hand), like you Tina Turner (Bitch)
I scammed my main man's (My main man's), if you let him burn one (Fuck you)
I'll fuck my man's bitch (I'll fuck it), if she really worth it (Fuck it)

[Verse 2: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
God, can you please bring me back from Canada? (Please)
Yeah, I made my first hundred down from Detroit to South Beach (Ooh)
I'm talkin' 'bout Slide, [signature at the self-scan?] (Aw)
They talkin' 'bout the crime? Ooh, deaf man (Uh)
Say my name in your mouth, better get a vest in (Shoo, boy)
They ain't know Poody from managin', they don't know he was the tech man (Real)
We was out eatin' watches (Shoo), nigga, we ain't play Pac-Man (For real)
I done fuck my city up, now everybody scammin' (For real)
Trap one, trap two
Laptop, little ass black box (Huh? Ayy)
I done hit ya nearest Kroger, hit the jackpot (huh, huh)
Nigga, strap more (Shoo, shoo)
Five Glocks, two chops (Shoo, shoo)
Slide down his block
Pshh, you gettin up-topped

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Huh
Bitch, I'm with the hitman (With the hitman), he a serial murderer (Shoo)
I'll smack you with the left hand (With the left hand), like you Tina Turner (Bitch)
I scammed my main man's (My main man's), if you let him burn one (Fuck you)
I'll fuck my man's bitch (I'll fuck it), if she really worth it (Fuck it)

[Verse 3: Sada Baby]
Hmm
I can't fuck my man's bitch, but I'll smoke her, huh
Especially if she actin' like she ain't supposed to
I've been shittin' on these niggas, put the opps on posters
Hmm, yeah, fancy with the drank, straight drop on coasters
I drew fifty shots, then he goin' to the coroner
Threw a nigga in a box, Poody met me at that corner
Choppa bounce, he got shots, clip long like a spoiler
Let off smoke like a muffler, bitch I'm speedin' if it's war, ain't I?
You got questions? Bring them answers to yo door, A.I. (Hmm)
We got Memphis, D, and Teejay, you could get his PayPal (Huh)
No, my clip ain't quarantining 'cause that bitch stay out (Hmm)
Fortnite, knock a nigga, don't forget to shake down

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Bitch, I'm with the hitman, he a serial murderer
I'll smack you with the left hand, like you Tina Turner
I scammed my main man, if you let him burn one
I'll fuck my man's bitch, if she really worth it