Nation Business Lyrics

Gang

Y'all niggas know how I'm coming

Gang

Bitch

Gang

Who the fuck is these nigga that steady keep dissing

Hitting my phone steady blowing my hat

Say he want gas, put em up in the sky

Do the shit for my hood, do the shit for my tribe

Fire on fire like 4th of July

If you say you want smoke, then tell em good back

Sneak in the field, don't know who real

Do the shit for my hood, do the shit for my tribe

Do the shit for my city, bitch

Do the shit for my town, bitch

If you say you want smoke, bitch

Then tell em lay down, bitch

Do the shit for VA, bitch

Do the shit for my fam, bitch

Do the shit to get money, bitch

Do the shit for my blams, bitch

I'm feeling like fuck it

Beat the odds, then I'm thuggin

Get a Glock, then I'm clutching

These niggas be snitchin

Saying they hard, but they bitches

Put me all in they mentions

They were like cap, NFL in my veins

Damn right, man, I'm with it

It's time to slide, put the ski mask on

And I had to bring the mittens, gang, bitch

These niggas ass ill, charge a band

Dumpin' at the corner like the garbage man

Move around like some Taliban's

And got one knot for a running man

He a bitch, you should've slumped the man

Let my ice cool me down, feel like fuck a fan

He wanna play, he can catch a tan

And got drums coming through like a marching band

These niggas sleep like they off the Xan

But fuck it, let them snooze out

They comin' in, then they move out

Abort the mission, that's what you bout

I'm rollin' on drugs like a ceiling fan

Cause it helped a nigga through the harder route

Broad day, havin' shootouts

And dont plant a seed, you don't wanna sprout

Who the fuck is this nigga that steady keep dissing

Hitting my phone, steady blowin' my high

Say he want gas, put him up in the sky

Do the shit for my hood, do the shit for my tribe

Fire on fire like 4th of July

If he say he want smoke, then tell him goodbye

Sneak in the field, don't know who real

Do the shit for my hood, do the shit for my tribe

Do the shit for my city, bitch

Do the shit for my town, bitch

If he say he want smoke, bitch

Then tell him lay down, gang

Do the shit for VA, bitch

Do the shit for my fam, gang

Do the shit to get money

Do the shit for my blams, bitch

He get back up, we will run him down

Got fam in that pen like greyhounds

First gun I saw was a Trey Pound

With a nose on the front, so won't hear a sound

No CB, but go take him down

Got blam in my veins, don't play around

He say he want smoke, till he get high

But if he get out his body, go bring him down

But I'm feelin' like, fuck it

Beat the odds, then I'm thuggin

Get a Glock, then I'm clutchin

These niggas be snitchin

Saying they hard, but they bitches

Putting me all, in they mention

They be like cap, NFL in my veins

Damn right, man, I'm with it

It's time to slide, put this ski mask on

And I had to bring the mittens gang, bitch