1/2 DEAD
Uh, uh, yeah,
-Stand on business
Ayo call twin fo' the business
Aw damn he busy-
You know what man back on business
Aye you know a band a business
Aye you know I stand on business
Aye you know I stand on business
Aye you know I ah shit
Jump in my position,
I got no vision,
Put you on my wishlist,
Lose all my interest,
Bitches get dizzy,
I ain't had her in a minute
Talking bout my digits
Run up my bag uh,
Bag, whoa
Run my bag yeah,
Bag, yeah,
it's in my bag yeah
Bag, yeah
Fuckin' up this,
Fuckin 'up this,
Running up this,
Armour on my back gripping to the grip like this
Stabbing me I'll laugh whipping up like cool whip this
Scatpack got a lane i swerve around cars staying in my own business
Just to placate,
Tell me the date
You mad to see the opposition
You had to feel that I was in this
You cant perceive the damn statistics
Yo brain too thick to even hear this shit
Aye this kid
He don't what the fuck he doing, man,
And I know I'm included, damn I know included,
Aye, whoa
All the bitches is yours,
Oppositions right here, yeah
Just bought a switch for the Urus, pulling up with the horsepower
Skrt got the drift with the torque, burning out like a wildfire,
You had to switch up the course so I'm on my bag now
Cuz the ops and bitches want my bag, sour
Bank account, look at all my numbers keep on stacking up
Adding on, I got too much money to even fucking count
All around would've gave her a diamond rose and petals done hit the ground
Back before, back when I would rap my chorus,
Pops told me to kick some rocks, had to try to go show my bars
Fallin' on my back you caught me
Once I caught up to the top you stopped me
Saw you fucking, on somebody bitch I guess you can call me Lotti bro bro taught me
Jump in my position,
I got no vision,
Put you on my wishlist,
Lose all my interest,
Bitches get dizzy,
I ain't had her in a minute
Talking bout my digits
Run up my bag uh,
Bag, whoa
Run my bag yeah,
Bag, yeah,
it's in my bag yeah
Bag, yeah
Fuckin' up this,
Fuckin 'up this,
Running up this,
When I was that target in a packed crowd,
Crazy how you never had my back wow,
Making up these stories that we lasted long,
No we ain't last at all
I told her some things that I never did nobody cuz I put trust in this bitch,
I know now not to get too cozy around the block cuz there be too many fishes,
I'm drowning my head with the liquor I pour it up poison the ocean of
Bitches cuz snitches get stitches and I said not turn to your head when I told you all my business
Now I'm finished
Jump in my position,
I got no vision,
Put you on my wishlist,
Lose all my interest,
Bitches get dizzy,
I ain't had her in a minute
Talking bout my digits
Run up my bag uh,
Bag, whoa
Run my bag yeah,
Bag, yeah,
it's in my bag yeah
Bag, yeah
Fuckin' up this,
Fuckin 'up this,
Running up this,
(Fuckin' up this)
(R-R)
(Runnin' up this)
