Handling Biz ft. Davian Noir, Aguapo & Joseph Prezzy Lyrics

Been chilling I think

I actually found me some peace

Smoking loud while I vibe on a beat

Wit a shawty who ride in my V

With an F.N right under the seat

Press a button its unloading heat

Couple things that I learned from the streets

Ain't no way that I'm trusting a treesh

Ain't no way she gon stay in my sheets

In the morning like, you gotta leave

And her number man I gotta delete

And I know she got be mad at me

But I guess it just is what it is

I've been busy just handling biz

Growing up man I'm just Tryna get big

Tryna show I'm a man not a kid

They surprised by the things that I did

I've been doing this shit since a kid

Shawty got a v eight in Habibie

lil bitch do the dash slide the curtain lift the mask

Leaving fake bros in the past

All that drama

Man I cant react

Lost my mind but my heads still attached

Falling stars taught me how to catch

Down bad taught me how to comeback

Moving slow made me wanna go fast

Slow mo from a hit off the gas

Get back man the whip bout to crash

Follow the path you must stay on track

Try to break me but I do not crack

So stressed man I got to relax

Felt this like since way back

But I guess it just is what it is

I've been busy handling shit

Sometimes I be losing my grip

Dirty water u can't sip

Table of kings you can't sit

Slippery roads don't slip

Rocky road don't trip

This that vision

View clear

See it with precision

Corrupt system I'm sickened

Was down different

They said they with it

Now they switching

Guess it's a given

It's the way I'm on my own

I'm stone cold

Blood dripping on floor

Like it was before

Death feining

Watch them walking pass

Never mind that you bleeding

They switch up like the seasons

But I'm on my way

They try to scare

No love in here

I got no fear

It's like they unaware

Of my demons

They talk to me a lot

In my mind I see you sleeping

I hear weeping

Mothers crying

Sons on the floor

That one right there dying

Souls flying everywhere

I see the end

They won't care that you dying

They want you dead

They say it's in my head

But it's the gospel I am preaching

When I'm breaking bread

I need to fake love silenced

Or the end result is violence

I try to keep smiling

But I'm lying

She Cute

Walking up

Bout to make a move

Smooth nigga

Yeah god Approved

Never shy when in the mood

Cuffing season

And I need a boo

Hoes come and go

Like peek a boo

Fuck with me and

You fuck with my crew

Calling shots

Like a guru

Netflix no Hulu

Call me papi

Not babu

Dick hard like a statue

If We not fucking?

Then Don't come thru

This ain't love

This a rendezvous

I never lie

I just stretch the truth

Family first

When I got tattoos

I'm hella ill

Hold up Atchu, boo

Who talking business?

If we getting money

I need me a chef

The best of the best

I'm killing the rest

Without wearing a vest

My girl been upset

She hating on for completing my quest

But fuck that

Bitch I'd rather be single

Saving money for a pot to piss in

Growing up

As a bad boy pistons

Finally Got a bag want another

Bagged a bitch

Trying to make her a mother

Hitman how I stay undercover

I need blend in

Or I won't survive

My bitch

She my ride or die

Killing niggas

With a nine to five

Never catching me

Cause I'm too alive