GSK BUSINESS ft. MILLZGOLD Lyrics

Hey, I'm like wait, you cannot pull up today

I got some broads at my place

Shawty tryin' to lock it down, I got her throwin' it in my face

Get my cape, super Millz, I'm here to save the day

I saw them thighs, I got to taste

Oh, boy I'm posted at the crib, call up two bad vibes, they on the way

Shawty, you so fake, but I just want to taste them cakes

Too shiesty, keep a cape, I keep a strap like Young M.A

Punches flying, M.M.A, but I just touched down, I'm here to stay

I'm like, slow down, bitch, hold on

Don't care if you pull up or not, just bring your friends, girl, come on

But either way, we still havin' girls at the spot, on foe nem

She said I'm cool, I'm bool, so she tryna get her a spot

Like come on, lil' shawty a fool for me, she know I can turn up the spot

I got a bitch, she decent, she let me hit on the weekend

Show me her tits, I was geekin', pop me a perc, now I'm geekin

Show these niggas love no diddy, I'm with the gsk, and that boy my killy

Call me motion, but she fuck with Mily, I'ma pop my shit when I'm in your city

That's right, hit and I dip, that's life

Wanted to be my wife, but she too hot

Steam pipe, I'm the sign fuck a green light

Success gon' take long, want the green, like my money was Draymond

Flyin' high told the bros to come hang on

Flow plenty, they been fallin' from handpump

MillzGold, but she save my name as handsome

Cause those are some Jesus Christ shoes right there

When you see them, you say, Jesus Christ, what are those

Anyways, so, turn on the lights in the clubs, it's crazy right now, right

So I wanna kinda sing it to you

Hey, hey, she call me gsk yessir

Show her the business I told her the word

How many hoes I done hit

How many hoes I done blam out this bih

The whole friend grew on the list, they tryna ball my life, tell the haters I'm it

She like to fill up my cup

She like to mix up the green with the wock, uh

Me and MillzGold going up, tryna take over the world, tryna roll with the bucks

I'm playin' these hoes like it's FIFA

Shirt off, she blowin' that reefer

Skinny boy, dread loc like a Khalifa

Good head, I might as well keep her

She got class, she gon' skip for me

And say she hurt her knees, like come on

Oh, Lord, the things she do for me, I'm pleased

On bronem, I push start the whip, it don't need no keys

Ight come on, I'm just tryna vibe, so shawty, let me squeeze

Like right now, you think you the one, I'm lettin' you go with ease

Come on, too easy, like I'm Jack

I'm hittin' her tackle that bitch to the mat

I need my cash, pay me up to the max

Racks up, I got this bitch doin' laps

I'm tired, I'm finna go take me a nap

I move dolo, but I never lack

Play with young gsk, get turned to a pack