What The Biz Lyrics

I was big body yoking and swerving like scoliosis

I'm back and open for smoke have you practicing comatosis

Is your vocal broken because ain't none of jokers spoken

I'll smoke a Pope indulge in coke and float like I'm roller coasting

What's the biz is you thought we talking bout Markie

Nigga hardly I got more choppers than Harley

Lori Harvey naked on silky Goyard sheets

I could dream a bit who gone say it's beyond reach

Cause I get it in diddy and lox kim the Benjamin's

Yet again, plenty of blocks spins to bend your mens

I be comin down caddy clean like the reverend

Peter Pan peanut butter inside never land

How ya'l niggas fronting on my jiggy vibe

I feel like mase in Harlem world with the Diddy bop

Really I never fuck with feds and the city cops

Young nigga can't dance but I let the milly rock

What the biz is

Baby girl I say you just a friend

Should I ride the Jeep or the Beamer or the Benz

I see you hating Motherfuckers through the Carti lens

She gone pop that pussy when she got to pay the rent

What the biz is

We gone let the hammer beat box

You ain't met a smoother nigga on your weak block

I talk a lot of shit and a nigga keep glocks

I give a mother fuck Murkemz got the streets locked

Back up in this bitch murky cookin up with Mac the pharaoh

Pack a barrel with a fucking cannon like I'm Jack the sparrow

Gotta little slim F9 baby black and narrow

Like a nigga visa have a seizure when I grab apparel

Cop up I did me a pop up and I made a million

Like Christina demeanor meaner but I got illy rhymes

Witty lines below cold flows and idioms

Silly guysdon't throw no stones I'm really God

Zues with the lightning wet em up like Poseidon

Do em like Apollo when him and drago was fighting

Leave a nigga dead in the ring your head in a sling

Competition was never a thing I said what I mean

So what the biz is who done juiced your crew

Son my daddy ain't move the kane I ain't used to loot

When I get it I'll do my rounds like a hula hoop

My soldiers fed salute the troops

What the biz is

Baby girl I say you just a friend

Should I ride the Jeep or the Beamer or the Benz

I see you hating Motherfuckers through the Carti lens

She gone pop that pussy when she got to pay the rent

What the biz is

We gone let the hammer beat box

You ain't met a smoother nigga on your weak block

I talk a lot of shit and a nigga keep glocks

I give a mother fuck Murkemz got the streets locked