Business
P.H. Fat Lyrics

Huh huh, it's that slimey business
The business I'm in is dirty and unscrupulous

It's that slimey business, boom bow
This despicable business is filled with deadly consequences

Fuck you talkin' bout, Mmm mmm
What are you even saying? It's all meaningless to me

Slimey business, Lets go
Let's go ahead and dive into this filthy business

Pistol dirty hit your head it knock your nose off
If I shoot you with my dirty gun, I'll knock your nose clean off your face

I ain’t do no cappin' bitch I made it on my own now
I didn't deceive anyone to get where I am now, I achieved it through my own hard work

38 a motherfucka', knockin' out your knees now
My .38 caliber gun is powerful enough to knock you off your feet, quite literally

Big gat slimey business, hit you in the dome now
My large firearm is suited for this dirty business, and it'll hit you square in the head

Boom bow, bitch we on your ass now
We're on your tail now, and we're coming in hot

The pistol catch you lackin', I don't play round with them clowns now
If you're caught off guard by my gun, I won't show mercy to someone so foolish

Ima catch you sucka', 2 shotgun double
I will catch you, and I'll do it with two double-barrel shotguns

Hit you in the eye and make you look like uncle ruckus
I'll hit you in the eye so hard, you'll resemble Uncle Ruckus from The Boondocks

Slime and he gone turn around, big gat sounding loud
The slimeball guy with me will turn around and fire his loud, large firearm

Dirty stick oppa' stoppa', take you out your runnin' now?
If I shoot you with this dirty gun, it'll put an end to your escape, won't it?

Click clack bow, when we taking out your brain now
The sound of my gun cocking and firing will ring out just before I kill you

Hit him in his head, I put his face down to the ground now
I'll shoot you in the head and your face will hit the ground

Put a bag up on his head, slime-zilla leave em dead
If I cover your head with a bag, my associate will kill you without hesitation

Chopper spraying like it’s 99 rounds up in the clip
As I fire my automatic weapon, it'll seem like there are 99 rounds in the clip

Chopper spray like ooooh, fucking with the best now
As my weapon sprays bullets, it'll sound like 'ooooh', and you'll realize you messed with the wrong person

I can get you touched now, dirty drake will knock your head down
I can have someone kill you now, and a person known as Dirty Drake will knock your head clean off

You get mopped with the Glock likes it’s top now
You'll be 'mopped up' with my Glock, as if it's a cleaning mop

With a dirty ass pistol getting hot now
My dirty gun is heating up as I continue to use it

Put you in the ground let him rot now
I'll put you six feet under and let you rot

Designer gear got it bitch, now you mad huh?
I'm wearing high-end designer clothing, and it's making you jealous and angry