King August - Strictly Business (feat. Globamaru)

I'm like, damn, yeah, I know I rap I'm still gon' talk my shit like who is him
Damn, I think that's nozo boy look like a bitch
Pull out the grip and dump out a clip Them bitches act like shit, I cannot simp
Now she on my dick but a bitch she think I hit

I know I'm lit, but bitch, you know you mines I'm here to stay
I know I'm far away, but you should know you got a place
And I'm like, bae, why you think you gotta compete
There's not no race I don't even care about hoes

But you the only girl I chase Tryna get paid, wanna get this guap
I wanna get this paper fuck a thot you the only one I see
You like a laser I called up blunt, said I need a favor
I need a couple flavors I roll up blunt, wanna get me higher

Maybe I won't chase her
Ayy, they like King don't even rap He on his business shit now
No need to cap a hundred thousand when I check my account
You niggas wack, it's kinda sick how you would leave the kid out

You see me ballin', now I'm swishin' Y'all just wish for handouts, but I'm too pricey
Ayy, you could keep on hatin', your chick like me
She comment on me daily, I ain't playin' Check my IG, lil' bro go super saiyan in the streets
So please don't fight me, you ain't goin' most likely

Ayy, I don't like talkin', I'm the type to go and do shit
If Brody want problems, we can catch when I don't shoot shit
These hoes be all on him, it's a problem, it's a nuisance
Cause bitches want drama on my momma, I don't do shit

They wonder how I spit the flow, so effortless, the best with this
King impressive with his lyrical, command and excellence
Pull up in expensive whips and nod to my black heritage
Brunch dates with executives in Hollywood, my residence

Bitch, I be like Steph with it, young King ain't playin' with you hoes
Ballin' on these niggas, man, you call me young D-Rose
I'm killin' shit, nigga

Written by:
August Johnson, Dennis Oubre

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