Lil Moe From The Minny - Back On Business

Bitch I'm just Lil Moe, been coolin' just stackin' the dough (Moeski)
Youngin's With Motion, fuck with the sauce
20k, gotta tap in wit bro (Gang)
Put my trust in no hoe, gotta show me the stash
My lil' shorty gon' get it fasho'
Set the pick, and I roll, rims forgiato
Hit the scene, gotta rock out a show, aye
Hit the club with my ice, crack me a seal
Pour Wockesha inside of da Sprite
Ballin' 50 a night, my 2 seater white, lil' shorty might bless me tonight
Got thirties and fifties, that's taking your life
Pull up, we get it on sight
I sit back, and I write, can't trip about life
Go in, and hit straight for the mic'
Stack it up to the ceiling, it go up to the sky
Man, it's catching up to my height
It don't mean I'ma stop, my bank account calling, making sure my money right (Aye)
1600 on Ralph Lauren, bitch it ain't no cap in a raps
High as hell when up ina the mall, tryna go fuck up a sack, aye
Barry Bonds, we up these hollows, just need a cap and a bat
We piped up in this bitch, we come thru' with sticks
Then it's going up to the max (Let's go)
Why sit back relaxed?
Niggas got Choppas, Rugers, extensions with MAC's
For dropping his @', these bullets go "Blatt"
.40s they ripping his back
Pussy nigga get wacked, they leavin' him splat
Take off, and hit straight for the back
Perc's had him relapsed, I'm poppin' two jiggas
The shit make yo nigga collapse
Clutching tight on her wig, while I hit from the back
Making that booty look fat
Putting gang on the map, don't care where we at
Double cup filled with that Act' (Gang)
Got 3 Mac's in back, and 2 in the front
Look like we running a zone
Lil' mama just chill, put down yo phone
Come here, just give me da dome, aye
Up in yo city, I'm strapped with that pole
Even when I'm on my own
Baby know that I'm thuggin', bitch I'ma dawg
She just know she my lil' bone
DnD my phone, when I'm out ona road
Asking me when I get home
(Aye, when you get home?)
But she knowing me, when I snap on the beat (What?)
No way I'm going home
(I ain't going home)
I go hard like beast, when ripped off the leash
Bitch I stay up with the streets
Pulling up, we can meet, folks pop out with heats
They leavin' them niggas deceased
Hop out with designer, fresh with da mink
Gucci, Givenchy, that's me
Hit the show ona road, but I'm never alone
I rock that bitch for a fee
Bitch, it's all on my own, you get nothin' from me
Bitch you know ain't nothin' free, aye
Cop a check, and we ball, hit the club or the mall
Go 50 deep with the team (Gang)
My niggas, my brudda's, they know that we deep
Bitches get nothin' from me (Hell naw)
But maybe some dick, quick nut on her lip
The door, bitch you gotta leave
Take that ride ina back, hop in and we crash
Broski be tweaked off the lean
Dump the Glock on yo ass, ain't no running pass
Red dot on yo back from the beam
White lows ona feet, and let that bitch see
That this is the life that I choose
Goin' hard, 'cause I really done came up from nothing
Either you win or you lose
Just stay on yo grind, play by the rules
Don't let these fuck niggas play you
He ain't no gangsta
Happy he got the most liked comment up ona The Shade Room (What?)
(Nigga, gang)

Written by:
Mohamed Ahmed

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