Square Bizness lyrics

by

Trae tha Truth


(*talking*)
Yeah, y'all know who it is huh
Tum Zilla ya dig, you know I got that blue monster
On them blue D's mayn, square bidness huh
That grey on grey slab huh, square bidness

[Hook - 2x]
Everytime I step in, got them boys hating
Keep them broads looking, square business
Ride with the bang loud, cruise with the top down
With a pretty round brown, square business

[Tum Tum]
Z-I double L to the A
Lone Star hustler, 3rd Coast all day
Fresh cruising, thinking due while I be
Big baller belly, you can tell I get the cheese
Haters hating, boppers still bopping
I'm doing my thang homie, hell naw I ain't stopping
Hit after hit, chick after chick
Show after show, whip after whip
Ask your ma, I hit the mall I don't play
I damn near bought, red bird in one day
Lil' Boosie talk, country down and cause hell
Sliding through Dallas, way before the guards rail

[Hook - 2x]

[Tum Tum]
Grind time official, very rarely do I sleep
Like the Purple Hulk, I'm on my million dollar creep
Money on my mind, cheddar on my noggin
I know that they plotting, no problem
Flip the candy blue, coke white rag
Blunt in my mouth, pick in my shag
Dipping on Daytons, square bis' no faking
Boom-boom-boom, got the whole block shaking
I like my girls thick, like my money in hunds'
Like my guns with drums, n*gga who want some
Damn can I live, stack a couple mills
Zilla on now, on the beat Play-N-Skillz

[Hook - 2x]

[Tum Tum]
Show stopper, step in and turn heads
Pull the first bop I see, cornbread fed
Straight crazy, my hoes square wilding
Crazy keep yapping, my scrill keep piling
G-4, take it to the flo'
They said I was done, but I'm back with some mo'
Square business, off that
How can I lose, the whole D got my back
To tell the Costra Nostra, already yes sir
Can't speak up, they whispering cause they scurred
Aw sh*t, all blue wrist
And your baby mama at the top, I'm bout to do this

[Hook - 2x]
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