mind your business

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

BNYX

I told that bitch she need to mind her ****in’ business

We ain’t goin’ back and forth, this ain’t no tennis

Told that nigga what I’m worth, that hurt his feelings

Got a Chevy, off white, same color Lois Griffin

I’m paranoid, I hold the choppa while I’m shittin’

I’m smokin’ big pressure, call that hypertension

I took the top off the whip, circumcision

If a nigga want beef, beat him purple like he Grimace

One-hand touch down like I’m Jerry Rice

I’m a bad bitch from the nineties, call me Scary Spice

Been around the world, seen ’em turning like a satellite

Water on my body, need to sit me in a bag of rice

Seen the shit comin’ as youngin so it happened twice

Me and all my niggas gettin’ active, you an acolyte

Faded as the ****, I’m the club, takin’ bad advice

I’m a Southern nigga, I like bitches with some cellulite

Hop out the whip like, “Hey, bitch”

Chillin’ in the pool, I flew a cougar out to Vegas

Bitch, I’m off a bean, got me goin’ Super Sayan

Put the Ruger to his face, and told him, “Do the Macarena”

I got the .40, I ain’t finna yell

Boy, I’m ’bout to rage in the cage, nigga, ring the bell

If they ever let me in the heaven, I’ma make it hell

**** it up, they send me straight to hell, I’m from ATL

I’ll hit a nigga so hard he’ll lose his sense of smell

Comin’ at me sideways, leave a nigga parallel

Besties with my blower, “here it go” just like we Kenan-Kel

**** nigga trippin’, we gon’ clip him like a fingernail

Run up in your crib, leave it empty like a clearance sale

Henny got my stomach hurtin’, bitch, I need some ginger ale

Throwin’ all my jewelry at these strippers, bitch, I make it hail

Only real niggas finna get it, like a sickle cell

I told that bitch she need to mind her ****in’ business

We ain’t goin’ back and forth, this ain’t no tennis

Told that nigga what I’m worth, that hurt his feelings

Got a Chevy, off white, same color Lois Griffin

I told that nigga, “Mind your ****in’ business”

I feel like Master P, it ain’t no ****in’ limit

Don’t nobody give a **** ’bout your opinion

Nigga, worry ’bout yourself, you need to go and find some bitches