Mou$hin - Back To Business

Back to business, now I'm back to plotting
She out at the club, I know she thotting
Chain wetter than a fucking faucet
2025, I'm out of losses
Racks too big, I'm running out of pockets
Said he need a feature, name a price
Help em out, I give assist like Stockton
Murder over beats, I'm into violence
At your funeral, we playing violins
Fuck a Birkin, I can't take her shopping
Swiffer jet, the way I'm into mopping
Whip the beamer, ran through, all the mileage
Like that hoe you wifing, brodie wilding
Allegations bout on her, you deny it
She a backseat demon at night
Hit her friend, I do it out of spite
Call her momma, she ain't acting right
Teach you shit, ya daddy should've taught ya
Make some drama, like a soap opera
Dead a beat like pops, now I'm ya father
Say you dead the beef but you still talking
Preying on my fall, that shordy hawking
Watching every move that shordy stalking
Mentioning the guys, now I'm cheesed
Now if we name dropping, how yo girl Tania
How yo girl Meghan, Arianna?
Plot revenge, this isn't bout no karma
Humble y 'all and now you moving calmer
Band for band, ahead a couple commas
Fuck yo mans, he Gavin on the Dodgers
That's some bars y 'all probably wouldn't get
But trust me when I say I'm coming harder
Brag about yo hoe but I don't want her
Spotify checks, a couple commas
Shitting on you boys just for the mantra
Crop dusting y 'all just like some farmers
Clip farming off the fucking name
Catching smoke and you the one to blame
Always hitting, never missing aim
Up the smoke and we could up the ante
Pull up on ya hoe like it's a fan meet
Never gave a fuck about no Grammy
Ride or die, we do this for the family
Like EMS, we sliding when it's urgent
When we done with bro, he'll need a surgeon
Body bags, they don't deserve the hearses
They not even worthy of the purchase
Instagramming, you not even active
You a virgin when it comes to action
You say "coming soon", it's never happening
Dropping shit, it's going triple plastic
Wipe you on that verse, that shit is tragic
You would rather hide behind a Patek
Insecure so money is a habit
Flexing shit for everything it's worth
And I been the one since I was birth
Have you on your knees like you in church
Get you popped, I turned you to a perc
And yo bitch, I turn her to a verse
I could never buy that hoe a Birkin
When my music play, ya shordy twerking
Gunning for the top, I'm steady working
Smoking on ya pack, I'll fucking burn it
Think you got the juice, you Minute Maid
Squeeze a verse out like some lemonade
Let it sit, the beef will marinate
I'm like CRA, I make em pay
2025 I'm plotting vengeance
I won't stop until it's fucking ended
I'm like Google Chrome, I got extensions
Full of bars, I'm like a good connection

Written by:
Moushin Mohammed

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