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Last dude on the track!

Back on my business
Back, back on my business
Back, back on my business
Back, back on my business
Yeah, I'm back on my business
Yeah, yeah, on my business
Back, back on my business
Back, back on my nightmare
Back on my business
Back, back on my business
Back, back on my business
Back, back on my business
Yeah, I'm back on my business
Yeah, yeah, on my business
Back, back on my business
Back, back on my nightmare

This sh*t will never stop, b*t*h, I be sippin' wock, b*t*h, I be countin' guap, ooh, damn
This sh*t will never stop, b*t*h, I be sippin' wock, b*t*h, I be countin' guap, ooh, damn
Walk in the club, Balenci', ooh, I f**k your b*t*h in a Bentley, yeah
Walk in the club in Balenci', ooh, I f**k your b*t*h in a Bentley, yeah
Feel a n***a mind, see a n***a grind
F**kin' gold mine of a mind
Full kai, Super Saiyan on these n***as
Fightin' birds in the damn sky 'cause I'm damn fly
Feel a n***a mind, see a n***a grind
F**kin' gold mine of a mind
Full kai, Super Saiyan on these n***as
Fightin' birds in the-
Yah, murder gang, uh
Run and make a n***a lose his vertebrae, uh
Southside n***a, murder everything, uh
Shots fire, make a n***a run, man (Fire, fire)
I sent your grandma a d**k pic, uh
Got that b*t*h all on my d**k tip, uh
I am so strange like a misfit, uh
Kick that b*t*h out, she indifferent, uh

Smokin' Gelato, I'm watchin' a movie
Rockin' designer, I'm rockin' the Gucci (Damn)
Poppin' a molly, I'm drinkin' a smoothie
Shoot it out, all like this sh*t Call of Duty (Yuh)
Wearin' Balmain, b*t*h, this sh*t ain't no Ksubis (Ooh)
Dive in that pu**y, that sh*t a jacuzzi (Yeah)
Can't go to cla**, I don't got my toolie
Can't go to cla**, I don't got my toolie (Brr)

F**k your dead homie, hope that n***a rest in p*ss
I put 'bout thirty in this stick, I might just go and cop a switch
I put a ski up on my face, I'm really on some robbin' sh*t
I put yo' n***a in a bag, now you on some sobbin' sh*t
He duckin' out, get the momma, we finna turn up the summer
We mixin' murder with drummer, he said too much so I slumped him
The whole gang full of gunnas, the Draco kick it like punters
We leave 'em drippin' like Gunna, so don't you run 'cause I'ma run you down

Serious addiction, addicted to money
Just cut off the fraction
I spent off the currency
Had to exchange it, the jet lag was hurting me
I made the bank and it's stacking up perfectly
2 to 3 sellouts they asking for features for 21 thousand
I make it buy quicker
Hublot on my wrist but the time on it different
Thought 'bout the show
Had enough now I'm richer
I fix it up then I get out
Throw on the mask then I head out
North Face is all that I wear now
Turn up the show with my head down
I'm on my own, I won't sell out
I'm on my own, watch me spread out
I hit the ground then I set out
B*t*h I'm a goat, you're a sellout, yuh, hah
Back on my business
Back, back on my business
Back, back on my business
Back, back on my business
Yeah, I'm back on my business
Yeah, yeah, on my business
Back, back on my business
Back, back on my nightmar

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