Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All Business , by - Hit-Boy. Release date: 30.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
All Business |
| Gun powder in my, load the clip then unload it |
| We the realest you can quote me |
| I’m back and I’m better brodie |
| Made this beat all by my lonely |
| Wrote this shit all by lonely |
| So I’m doly to the stu, I might be the one and only |
| 9 hunnid dollar tee and a two tone Rollie |
| Two hands up, niggas tryna block me like a goalie |
| Thugs and parole, some of my closest homies |
| It’s the way these niggas move why we ain’t clickin' |
| They fakin' real life, get saved by image |
| I’m sizin' niggas up but this ain’t full fittin' |
| I can hear the sneak diss in the play back |
| Niggas will see me, one on one to say that |
| The injection is lethal, I’m thumpin on the needle |
| Put my face on stain glass in the cathedral |
| Back to back deals with Jimmy and hovito |
| Niggas wouldn’t know the feeling |
| Building till I own the building, yeah |
| I’d like to send the congratulations |
| To my motherfuckin' self |
| Look, hol' up |
| Lacin' up these size 10, steppin' on you wisecracks |
| Started with a small vision, now the screen on iMax |
| Big dawg vicious, God my witness |
| I ain’t with the wishin', so I keep it all bidness |
| HB paid the cost, I got the shit ringin' off |
| See the smoke from the exhaust when I peel out kid |
| Ten plus in this shit and they still doubt Hit |
| I should hand niggas a contract, like fill out this |
| Went through the seasons I had to stand the weather |
| One man band, y’all better band together, I’m 'bout bands |
| Doubts in my flame, nigga I doubt that |
| My nigga see an enemigo, they gon' hop out fast |
| Look back in the race and get passed up quick |
| Pushin' at my own pace, still lappin' you |
| I wasn’t even surprised when you ass jumped shit |
| We know niggas who do the most, ain’t done shit |
| It’s all bidness, no feelings |
| Get money, keep winnin' |
| Look, hol' up |
| Gotta clean up the mud, I ain’t touchin' the feds |
| Then we high like a nigga standin' up on peds |
| We ain’t givin' out the info, don’t ask us |
| Mask up, flee the scene in a black truck |
| It’s bad luck, fuckin' with squad |
| We your ass to the mob |
| The Flex, droppin' a bomb, I had to take the batton |
| Nip' told the world this shit is a marathon, you got sell a billion first week, |
| I ain’t scared of y’all (I got this) |
| Let’s go |
| Bulletproof the Benz, lost a few friends |
| But made so much hoes, think I play for the Redskins |
| Blowin' smoke out of gas masks (Yeah) |
| Baggin' dough up in trashbag, streets’ll double cross like hashtags |
| Pressure wasn’t shit to a nigga, I invited it |
| They askin' what I did for the hood, I inspired it |
| Fiends taste the dope 'fore they fire it, who inquirin'? |
| Chasin' down money was tirin', now they wire it |
| Gun smoke in my clothing, they can never say I folded |
| Put a nigga to sleep and then give his mother roses |
| 50K in a sofa, got me laughin' like the Joker |
| You suite the bitch, been two week with you and broke it |
| They ask my motivation, of course it’s hunger |
| I walked out of 2019 with jordan numbers |
| Record label tryna sign me, that’s when we lost each other |
| 'Cause I’m really not a rapper, I just talk to hustlers |
| The Butcher, ah |
| Big Griselda in this bitch |
| You know what I’m sayin'? |
| You know I fly to LA |
| Soon as I land, I’m gon fuck with my boy Hit |
| Niggas ain’t fuckin' with us, nigga |
| It’s classic shit, ah |
| The real is back nigga, we run this shit, ah |
| We run this shit, The Butcher comin' nigga |