1/2 DEAD Lyrics

Uh, uh, yeah,

-Stand on business

Ayo call twin fo' the business

Aw damn he busy-

You know what man back on business

Aye you know a band a business

Aye you know I stand on business

Aye you know I stand on business

Aye you know I ah shit

Jump in my position,

I got no vision,

Put you on my wishlist,

Lose all my interest,

Bitches get dizzy,

I ain't had her in a minute

Talking bout my digits

Run up my bag uh,

Bag, whoa

Run my bag yeah,

Bag, yeah,

it's in my bag yeah

Bag, yeah

Fuckin' up this,

Fuckin 'up this,

Running up this,

Armour on my back gripping to the grip like this

Stabbing me I'll laugh whipping up like cool whip this

Scatpack got a lane i swerve around cars staying in my own business

Just to placate,

Tell me the date

You mad to see the opposition

You had to feel that I was in this

You cant perceive the damn statistics

Yo brain too thick to even hear this shit

Aye this kid

He don't what the fuck he doing, man,

And I know I'm included, damn I know included,

Aye, whoa

All the bitches is yours,

Oppositions right here, yeah

Just bought a switch for the Urus, pulling up with the horsepower

Skrt got the drift with the torque, burning out like a wildfire,

You had to switch up the course so I'm on my bag now

Cuz the ops and bitches want my bag, sour

Bank account, look at all my numbers keep on stacking up

Adding on, I got too much money to even fucking count

All around would've gave her a diamond rose and petals done hit the ground

Back before, back when I would rap my chorus,

Pops told me to kick some rocks, had to try to go show my bars

Fallin' on my back you caught me

Once I caught up to the top you stopped me

Saw you fucking, on somebody bitch I guess you can call me Lotti bro bro taught me

Jump in my position,

I got no vision,

Put you on my wishlist,

Lose all my interest,

Bitches get dizzy,

I ain't had her in a minute

Talking bout my digits

Run up my bag uh,

Bag, whoa

Run my bag yeah,

Bag, yeah,

it's in my bag yeah

Bag, yeah

Fuckin' up this,

Fuckin 'up this,

Running up this,

When I was that target in a packed crowd,

Crazy how you never had my back wow,

Making up these stories that we lasted long,

No we ain't last at all

I told her some things that I never did nobody cuz I put trust in this bitch,

I know now not to get too cozy around the block cuz there be too many fishes,

I'm drowning my head with the liquor I pour it up poison the ocean of

Bitches cuz snitches get stitches and I said not turn to your head when I told you all my business

Now I'm finished

Jump in my position,

I got no vision,

Put you on my wishlist,

Lose all my interest,

Bitches get dizzy,

I ain't had her in a minute

Talking bout my digits

Run up my bag uh,

Bag, whoa

Run my bag yeah,

Bag, yeah,

it's in my bag yeah

Bag, yeah

Fuckin' up this,

Fuckin 'up this,

Running up this,

(Fuckin' up this)

(R-R)

(Runnin' up this)