BACK 2 BUSINESS (Explicit) - NAV

Lyrics by：Navraj Goraya/Andrew Kenneth Franklin/Ozan Yildirim

Composed by：Navraj Goraya/Andrew Kenneth Franklin/Ozan Yildirim

Produced by：NAV/Pro Logic/OZ

I wanna rap

Rap-rap

Knots in my pockets got bigger

Knots

Playin' with the game like a fiddle Yeah

**** all the opps I'm ****in' they sister

I'm no joke I ain't tellin' no riddles

Drop a lil' guap hit your block with a missile

Ridin' with a Draco **** a lil' pistol

Brrt

Shawty come to me I ain't gotta go get her

Had a ***** swallow my seed and you kissed her

Mob ties leave your face in a pasta

Take a bad ***** and I put her on my roster

Pedal to the metal I'm goin' full throttle

Hit the red carpet and bag me a model

Smokin' out the pound got lean by the bottle

Piss me off everybody in trouble

Price on my head I'll pay 'em double

We gon' send shots and burst they bubble

Got your career on my wrist yeah

Can't nobody **** my ***** yeah

Pills inside of my piss yeah

Keep the fire gotta ride with a blick yeah

Whole squad got Rollies don't tick-tick

Got it out the mud out the brick bricks

Everything lit like BIC ***** yeah

Saint Laurent on my ***** *****

YCFU you ain't slick slick

Pants and my jacket Rick Rick

Your girlfriend beg for a flick flick

Had her backstage doin' whippets

They told me I'm gon' get hit hit

Thirty rounds in my clip *****

Turn your new chain to a lick *****

Time to get back to business

Got a lot of problems I deal with

Talkin' 'bout blood I spill the ****

Talkin' no cap gettin' peeled quick

Over your body I build *****

Say you want smoke get turned to a zip

Thought you was a man but you turned to a *****

Thought you was Blood now you turned to a Crip

I'll get you whacked for half my 'fit

I don't what these ******* want me for that's why I'ma doubt 'em

*****

I know when she get comfortable she gon' do everything I allow her

I know the place I came from

I know they're still whippin' up that powder

I had too many chains on so I left 'em on when I shower

Pop pop pop pop

Got your career on my wrist yeah

Can't nobody **** my ***** yeah

Pills inside of my piss yeah

Keep the fire gotta ride with a blick yeah

Whole squad got Rollies don't tick-tick

Got it out the mud out the brick bricks

Everything lit like BIC ***** yeah

Saint Laurent on my ***** *****

YCFU you ain't slick slick

Pants and my jacket Rick Rick

Your girlfriend beg for a flick flick

Had her backstage doin' whippets

They told me I'm gon' get hit hit

Thirty rounds in my clip *****

Turn your new chain to a lick *****

Time to get back to business