Testo Business Trip

Hmm, yeah
All facts, lil' nigga, hmm
Can't be fucked with, you feel me?

I ain't havin' fun in LA, this a business trip
Drop on an opp, I hit his block and start sendin' shit
Fuck the cops, I'm only worried 'bout the witnesses
I can't hang around no nigga who don't benefit Lil' nigga, this a Bentley truck, it's not a Genesis
Lil' cuz in the feds got caught with a switch and shit
Same niggas hatin', same hoes, you ain't missin' shit

Thirty shows in forty days, then back to Michigan
It was local, now it's global, shit, I'm booked in Switzerland
The move I hit that lil' bitch with, it's meant for finishin'
You would think that cuddy starvin', askin' where the kitchen is
What the fuck's an L? You either get a win or learn a lesson
This a hybrid, when it get to E, just watch it turn electric
Thinkin' hoеs deserve it, your namе Deacon Ham from servin' blessings
Wocky in the Bimmer, am I German? Hit the curb and wreck it

Mansion party, we got fifty bitches, it's just me and Tron
You think I'm only gettin' money, you should see the guys Tell a freak ho come eat this dick, I don't wine and dine
Your mans died, you hit his bitch, boy, you outta line
You gon' let me fuck or naw? I'm Tay Dollar Signs
You got a handful of pennies, still'll drop a dime
If it ain't 'bout M's, my name won't go up on no dotted line
Before you get some bumps up on your tongue, you better stop the lyin'

Play with me or mines gon' have you rockin' ties
Take a six and turn my cream into some Rock & Rye
Wrong place, wrong time, I am not the guy
Eyes on the backdoor, I told Tay to watch the side
Pull up to his family function, make him cha-cha slide
Golden-State-grew weed, it got me Zaza fried
All that prayin', hatin', but my fate, only God decide (Yeah)
Time to run it up a hundred times, make sure my Yaggas tied (Huh)

I got a sexy redbone, she like dreadheads
Y'all niggas was laughin' at his post, now y'all mans dead
Up a pic spreadin' blues, made her legs spread
When I ain't in the booth, come cop, I'm the yeah man
I only hang with solid niggas, you got fed friends
Whack a nigga, make him how high, call him Redman
Ballin' like a Piston, neck lit, left wrist a Richard
Young as hell, posted on the corner like I'm Derek Fisher
I really been rich around this bitch, y'all just ain't get the picture
All these hoes dick suck too much, I can't even kiss you
Line of Quagen and a line of Trish, fuck around and mix 'em
Fuck them niggas, I shit on them boys, Dog Shit Militia