Shark Business

(Ain't that Lil Dave on the mix?)

What the fuck?

Ah, uh, uh

I'm drunk as hell, on foe'nem

You know how we comin'

We gon' come through your shit, flip your shit up

All that, all that, all that, all that, all that, all that

A lo-lo-lot of all that

On foe'nem grave, we gon' come through your shit

And light your shit up like it's the Fourth of July

And this the middle of the winter

Uh, Shark 'nem really don't be tryna talk

Shark 'nem be standin' on business, foe, all our business get stood on

Shark 'nem be handlin' that shit

And a lot of shit be free, but you know that

They wanna bump with them, but don't wanna bump with me

I hit Noonie line, let's get in traffic, he got his own seat (go, go, go, go, go)

Ain't gotta put no fetti on his head, he gettin' smoked for the free (you know that)

Shark 'nem smell blood, went up two B's out the same V (shark, Shark)

Three number gang, fuck three letter gang, them niggas ain't on shit (PGF)

He lucky I wasn't in the hot when I pulled up to the O, I would've bust Vic shit (dummy)

Fifty in the Glock with a button on the back, fuck tappin', I'm holdin' this bitch (brrt, brrt)

Nardae put the coin on the back of the clip (brrt, brrt)

When I toss, I blow with the KRISS (brrt, brrt)

Niggas hoes, but somehow he turned gangster, in school, he was gettin' punked (lil' bitch)

When shots go off, niggas got they gun, but turn to Forrest Gump (runnin', runnin')

Flexin' like he got that sack, okay, put him in the trunk (kidnap)

I tried to talk to you, now you ain't my speed, okay, bitch, you bum (okay, bummy as hell)

Really be havin', my name G Stank, but sometimes that nigga call me Skunk

S Block business, nigga, Lil D or G Jayski, it's gon' be a hunt (grr, grr, you know that)

Shoot his ass in his face with a Drac', it look like he had a pump (had a shotgun)

Off blood, Zilla came up in the park, should've had that chain tucked

Mopped him out and took his FN, he ain't wanna give that thing up (okay)

One shot rock, hit a nigga in his top, I watched his brains bust (that bitch jam)

Tryna fix the pipe, but he fucked up, he ridin' all over trucks

We ain't gon' speak on Trayski, just know this shit get dangerous

We blitz shit down for real, get one car in traffic, your ass gon' check (brrt)

They been trollin', we hit blocks, a hundred shots, first one we catch (don't get caught)

Call a blitz, my startin' five with stolen cars and all black

Shark 'nem quick to snatch a hat, stand over heads like snortin' crack (that shit easy)

Pants down, assed out, we push up quick and make examples (easy clap)

You want smoke, but not for real, okay, that's cool, we give out samples (don't get fucked up)

For them bucks, I'll go suit up and bless you in while I'm on camera

When I blow, might give you the clip 'cause as I'm tappin'

I ain't countin' (this shit ain't for nothin')

I got blew down on the H, me and G Stank was hot for real

Shark business, the next day, male vic' was shot and killed (yeah, we X'ing they shit too)

Blitzin' shit off marijuana, you don't wanna cee-lo off the pill (at all)

Come through fuckin' up Justine 'cause they ain't on Marshfield

(They don't even post on that bitch, on foenem)

He think he slick like we don't know, I'm on his ass night and day (every night)

Them six-twos gon' sit you down, it's no such thing as fightin' a Drac' (fuckin' shit up)

Raise your fists, I'ma bless you in, so please don't think we fightin' today (at all)

If it's tension, hit the phone, we pull up blickin' right away (that shit easy)

All night spinnin' the city, ridin' around, kittin' up hot cars

Durin' the day, we might get bored, leave the phones and go on the opps' block (we on they shit)

On they shit and we don't leave like we connected to they hotspot

Know them skis from WB gon' bump his glee, we call him Pop Some (Pop Some gon' blow that bitch)

Tank top, Nike Tech, switch Glock, it's that season (every day)

We still up and give the flux and still slide for no reason (this shit ain't 'bout nothin')

Cuz slid back, caught 'em the same spot, I couldn't believe it (Lo hit they shit)

Shark business in less than forty-eight hours, I really seen it (yeah, brrt)

Long live Big Drac, nigga, long live Baby Drac

Fuck the opps, ain't no opps fuckin' with us, nigga

S Block business only, nigga

You want the smoke, hit the phone, just spin, it ain't shit to it

On my auntie, fuck the opps, brrt (fuck they talkin' 'bout)