Songtext Down to business Jaydayoungan

Down to business

(Trap jumpin' like TwoThree)

They got to show me pictures of my opps like, "Who is that man?"
The same nigga we hopped out on, all black like Batman
For all that dissin', leave that bitch smellin' just like the trash can
Bitch, ain't no smilin', I be wylin', they made me a madman (Ha)
Want pressure? Yeah, my nigga down to clear the business
I finger fuck the glizzy plus the stick came wit' some titties
The Glock came wit' a dick, who tryna fuck? He in his feelings
Since he actin' like a pussy, I'm gon' make sure that he feel it

We done hit him sixty times, he got stood over for a minute
My nigga slangin' iron and they'll die [?]
Bitch, I'm throwin' gang signs
I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm a menace
And I'ma bang behind mine, no back and forth, ain't playin' tennis
And I say how to spin the block and he gon' do it like a frisbee
And I'm like, "Damn, bro, how the fuck you do that shit without gettin' dizzy?"
He want beef? We took his pussy ass like we had a job at Wendy's
[?] step on shit without a [?]
The stick gon' tuck, they know it's up, I'm like, "Who tryna get it?"
She wanna fuck, I'm like, "What's up? Your back, you gotta bend it"
But that's enough about a slut, let me get back to business
Bitch, you bust him up and hit his skull so it's a fact, he finished
And that's a murder, bitch, we do some shit they never heard of
Bitch, we like to swerve on shit, my 23's they down to murk a bitch
I got this dirty stick, fuck Instagram, on some in person shit
They shoot, he holdin' steel, ain't on no nervous shit, that murder shit
My niggas like to go and take it, they don't work for shit
Like a big booty bitch when she naked, bitch, we twerkin' bricks
I get the bag, I like to get it fast, like on some urgent shit
Cross over, take a shot and drop his ass, some [?] urban shit
I'm sweatin' hard and I'm scratchin' 'cause I'm on the perky's bitch
[?] stop all the lyin', bitch, you ain't searchin', bitch
You niggas dyin', when we catch you, we been on some lurkin' shit
[?] nasty bitch wit' your lil' dirty stick
Bitch, we be posted by the stop sign, tell these niggas, "Stop hidin'"
I hope you clutchin' on your Glock now, 'cause bitch, I got mine
Tell these pussy niggas, "Stop tryin'", they playin' shots fired
The Draco [?]
I be flexin' out in Texas, bitch, I got the mob ties
Fuck that textin', we addressin', we already outside
We gon' bless him, wipe his nose and make sure all the snot dry
And since that bitch [?] we shoot out the outside
We leave his face up on the TV, tell your mama, "Bye bye"
And when it's done and they achieve it, give my guys a high-five
We [?] 'cause bitches greasy, they ain't come from Popeyes
[?] trigger squeezin' [?] make the cops hide
[Chorus]
They got to show me pictures of my opps like, "Who is that man?"
The same nigga we hopped out on, all black like Batman
For all that dissin', leave that bitch smellin' just like the trash can
Bitch, ain't no smilin', I be wylin', they made me a madman (Ha)
Want pressure? Yeah, my nigga down to clear the business
I finger fuck the glizzy plus the stick came wit' some titties
The Glock came wit' a dick, who tryna fuck? He in his feelings
Since he actin' like a pussy, I'm gon' make sure that he feel it

Make sure that he feel it, yeah (Hmm)
Make sure that he feel it, yeah (Hmm)
Make sure that he feel it, yeah (Hmm)
Make sure that he feel it, yeah (Hmm)