Six-0 Business lyrics

[Intro]
(You know I stay charged up, Dubba-AA in the 'yo with me right now)
Ha, ha
Free Lil Top, n*gga, free Lil Top out (Yeah, ayy)
(Ayo, Drum, play that b*tch back)
(Ha, these n*ggas know what the f*ck goin' on with us, they know)
Free Lil Top, n*gga, free Lil Top out
(Dubba-AA flex)
(Neighborhood, n*gga, free lil' Pluto, where lil' Pluto 'dem? Mob)
(I need to speak to Mike Laury)
(Yeah, you got Mike Laury)
One, two, three, four, b*tch n*ggas gotta go (Ah, ah, ha, ha, ha)
One, two, three, four, b*tch n*ggas gotta go (Ah, ah, ha, ha, ha)
One, two, three, four, b*tch n*ggas gotta go (Ah, ah, it's hot, it's hot, it's hot)
One, two, three, four, b*tch n*ggas gotta go (Ah, ah, it's hot, it's hot, it's hot)
(This Is The Sound)

[Chorus]
Crip n*gga, I just wanna ride around broad day and empty clips with 'em (Shorty, you know I got Crippin' in my genes)
Ha, ha, ha
Trill n*gga, I just wanna leave it on her face like a real n*gga (Like a thot, I give you everything)
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Kill n*ggas, I just wanna wear that Mike Amiri like it's Hilfiger (I just want them Mikе Amiri jeans)
Ha, ha, ha
Pills, n*gga, I just wanna pop that ecstasy and sip NyQuil with 'em (Homiе, I just wanna sip that lean)
[Verse]
Shut down they block, you know we rock out with them poles, we 'bout all that drama (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
They play with us, you best believe his casket closed (Uh, uh, ha)
Without no rubber, I be f*ckin' on these hoes, I told my baby mama (Ha, ha, ha)
Until the end, yeah, we gon' sell a lot of dope and post up on the corner (I'ma let y'all n*ggas know what the f*ck goin' on)
Ha, bad b*tch, treat her like she average
Hit it from the back, I'm tryna nut all on your mattress
Then I ride 'round with straight static
Chrome Heart, big ratchet
Money on your dome, boy, my homeboy so savage (Ha)
Kick a door, that Five-seveN came with a red dot
I'm smokin' dope, all out my body, feeling just like AI
We don't give a f*ck 'bout who you murked because that pus*y dead now
All 'bout lil' Ralphy on a shirt, we spin they block, then I'm fine
Glock 27, murder weapon, them pussies better be careful
All on his block where we be steppin', we jumpin' from out a Tesla
Put him on FOX for all that rappin', that pus*y n*gga gon' catch 'em
Extensions stock, G23, 'bout my Jesus piece, it's whatever
It's on now
One in the head, my .45
Got n*ggas dead on both sides
I'm goin' fed, so tell them n*ggas, "Come try"
Them Robin jeans got angel wings
Tats on my face, I feel like Wayne
238s, we leave a stain
b*tch, this a Hellcat, not a 'Stang
I love to see her wrist bling
That's my b*tch, 'bout her, you stained
Until I'm dead, I ain't gon' change
I'ma take these meds and sip this drank, ha
Dark side, Rollin' 40 Crip, them be my brothers
I look like Batman, brand new double-R my favorite color
b*tch, I'm a pack man
We gon' dump the Glock, then after that, it's in the trash can
I never listened to my mama, like Leontae, Billy Badass
I'm traumatized from all this trauma, homicide and it's a backhand
All on my side, we 'bout that drama, play with us, I drop a backend
I'ma send a few more up to heaven
You catch an opp, then catch a blessing
Fall out with that Smith & Wesson
And jump out Dre house, f*ck eleven
Two Percocets, then pop a Xanny
Ain't murder yet, but, boy, get ready
Down in the ground just like some treasure, yeah
You know that we be throwin' extra, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Crip n*gga, I just wanna ride around broad day and empty clips with 'em (Shorty, you know I got Crippin' in my genes)
Ha, ha, ha
Trill n*gga, I just wanna leave it on her face like a real n*gga (Like a thot, I give you everything)
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Kill n*ggas, I just wanna wear that Mike Amiri like it's Hilfiger (I just want them Mike Amiri jeans)
Ha, ha, ha
Pills, n*gga, I just wanna pop that ecstasy and sip NyQuil with 'em (Homie, I just wanna sip that lean)