LLC

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's go, let’s go, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Trauma Tone)
Yeah

[Chorus]
I'm a walking business, nigga, I should be an LLC
I keep shooters who on point with me just like I'm CP3
I was up in Bushwick with this blicky like I’m 22Gz
Trippin off this psilocin, sometimes it put my mind at ease
Pull up with this rifle like I'm Devin Booker, nothin' but net
Told lil' mama I ain't even tryna smash, shit, I want nothin' but neck
Told these folks that I ain't flying commercial, I do nothin' but jets
If any opp survive when we slide, thеn he considered blеssed

[Verse]
Feelin’ like I’m Trae Young with this Glock because I score a lot
Feelin' like I’m Yoda with this wisdom 'cause I know a lot
Countin' up the extra in the trap, I might go buy some stocks
The AR-556, it go through walls just like it's juggernaut
Thinkin’ 'bout my safety, so I bulletproofed the SUV
The AP on my wrist inside the club shine like some LEDs
I know some niggas who learned how to shoot before they learned to read
All this money got me buyin' land, it got me signin' deeds
Juicing for two weeks, I need to cleanse, feel like my soul corrupted
All these players in this circle, you gon' get your bitch abducted
Right now, yeah, I'm in this fuckin' 'Cat, you hear that motor purrin'
This week I'ma twist up Waffle Cone, you smell exotic burnin'
My lady got a business, now she earnin', she keep buyin' purses
We on shrooms, this drug right here is natural, we not doin' Perkys
All I do is hit like just I'm Savage, we not doing verbal
All my niggas loyalists, no squares, we just do the circles
Put him onto crypto, it was cheap, but he ain't wanna listen
Put him onto money, he was broke, but he ain't wanna fix it
Put him onto fraud, he was scary, he ain't wanna risk it
It's a competition where I'm from, who gon' be the richest?

[Chorus]
I'm a walking business, nigga, I should be an LLC
I keep shooters who on point with me just like I'm CP3
I was up in Bushwick with this blicky like I'm 22Gz
Trippin off this psilocin, sometimes it put my mind at ease
Pull up with this rifle like I'm Devin Booker, nothin' but net
Told lil' mama I ain't even tryna smash, shit, I want nothin' but neck
Told these folks that I ain't flying commercial, I do nothin' but jets
If any opp survive when we slide, then he considered blessed