Family Business ft. Ki Lyrics

It's K.I., nigga

Yeah nigga I'm the problem

Don't want the fifth nigga I need the big bottle

Gotta freaky bitch in Ohio she like to eat proper

Bitch earring up meat she like a meat sider

Bitch ion really like tacos knock the meat up out her

Nigga she won't shut the fuck up do you see her problem

F.N on my hip nigga do you see the problem

Double shot out the D'ussé that's how I like my models

One day I might trip, and I'll catch myself

But till then, I'ma get this cash and unpack myself

Boy, you a common ass nigga, we've been past yourself

Pursuit to the bag, that's how a nigga gonna pass himself

Gucci leather shoes, that's how I really wanna pass my wealth

Bitch, I'm wide open, why the fuck would I wanna pass myself

Bitch, I'm not getting in a car, I'd rather crash myself

Plug hitting me with some new shit, it's gonna sell itself

Nigga, let me keep it a hunnid, let me keep it a bean

Bitch, I've been by myself, nigga, I never needed a screen

4-5 action, but the 40 had to keep it a scene

She good, she clean, I bought her Gucci and Celine

Every Glock, you gotta beam, I'm head and charge, bitch, I'm the dean

I'm a demon, leave no witnesses, I'm killing shit on scene

This be that shit you never seen, my life is like a movie scene

I'm off a pint, come fuck with me, I smoke until I'm out of weed

Let's pour a eight bitch fucking three, in the mirror be a beast

Gucci joggers, Gucci fleece, and the T is Louie V

I'm in a different galaxy, I'm on a world you never seen

My money blue, your shit be green, CMF the family

Ever had to pick up your package and split it five ways

Plug sent the package, got it going up in five days

Fuck it, let's smoke a QP and get fried today

Clutching on my 4-5 Donovan, wanna fly today

Ride around flint, pushing horses out the driveway

Bitches gon' shut the fuck up when they see the fifth

How the fuck you gon' ask me if I'm cheating

Bitch, I'll plead the fifth

Not gon' speak up on no situations, so don't ask me

I'm on my Rod Wave shit, Great Gatsby

A nigga must be high as hell if he think he pass me

She sucked it with the ice and halls, yeah, I think she nasty

In the club, she nasty in the public, she classy

I take my baddest bitches to Ruth Chris and treat them fancy

A bottle of D'ussé a get these bitches out they panty

I said my pocket's full of dog shit, that's why they cannot stand me

I do not want the fame, I just want awards and Grammys

It ain't too much I can handle, I stay lit forever candle

VV's on the TV, mantel, electrify, bitch, fuck the panel

I smoke breezes, never camels

Double Gs on top the sandals

Talking tough, get you dismembered

My last opp was an example

Hold on, bitch, let me get right

The police on my ass, I'm high as hell, done ran six lights

If you love me, hold me tight, I like to wonder off

I'm in her bed, but ass naked with the covers off