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Old habit die huh
Disrespect will not be partna
You cross dat line I'm off bout mine
Man woman and child, no exception
No disrespect will be tolerated man come hell or water
You understand You bitch!
Bankroll mafia, hustle gang ova everythang

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
niggas in my rearview
Wonder why I'm even wasting my
Even replying to let you know I don't you, fuck 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
Betta know it, of holdin' on to dead weight
let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem like crack
And sell it hard,
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
tools on the boulevard
It's niggas in a stolen car
With expensive and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught that and we goin' off
And let his mom a damn, who you goin' call?
You violatin, we ain't nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and your brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never shot at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a whip with a hot gat
And got stacks from back from "What you know about that?"

I'm just a project nigga on the front
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, till ain't one in it
Try me, handle my business
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me handle my business, try me

I got bitches on my timeline and
niggas in my rearview
I got bitches in the high rise
On the balcony so could get a clear view
Of the with my dick up in it
But in the morning won't remember which bitch is it,
Ay I'm too rich for shit but I'm too real to be tried nigga
Going against me just like against God
And I ain't make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do it
Thought not, fuck get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on ass, .45 start spittin'
be a long day nigga I start trippin'
Don't be to the script, drive-by audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, guess you do it too
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, you in the dust
Kick in your door up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a little piece of
Betta watch your ass talkin', you don't me nigga

I'm just a nigga on the front steps
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let that whole ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me handle my business
Try me

All I do is go and chill
Take my mind off the ones I wanna go and
Yea, I'm a daddy, my little girls
But I'll still check a bitch like 'Pac did Hill
Hey, hey I ain't into it, I was born with it
Used to sell crack to the of the corn
I'm the reason why your mama you
Pray you don't die before you make it to the street
back! Who am I

I'm a project nigga on the front steps
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let that clip ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, handle my business
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
Try me I'ma my business
Try me