All Dz Chainz (feat. Lil Baby) E

Busy out here, busy out here, busy out here, Busy out Bitch sayin' I do too much 'cause I got all these chains on. Niggas don't like when we in the club 'cause They get rained on. We get up with niggas, We turn disses into praise songs. The feds pick up the case, he got a Bond, that money bring him home. How many you got? Just bring 'em all, I'm Itched 'em gone. I move like a ghost, I'm on the go, Four weeks, I switch the phone. I walk in, I'll come, but I run shit, No cap, I set the tone. You the type to flex for hoes. I'm the type turn up the bros. I wouldn't give a damn, they all for life, You better not break the code. Knowin' bro ain't street, you tryna speak so they Had to wipe your nose. So deep off in The street, I'll sign my life away to sellin' Boats. New Ferrari cost nine hundred bands, You know I pay cash. Kinda thick, she just missin' the love, so I Touch up her ass. They just spin out, tell 'em spin again and bro, don't leave your mask. If I don't go, I'm gon' feel like a Ho, we gon' get on your ass. For the other side, you gon' get blitzed for Tryna mediate. I'm gon' run this money up no Matter what, yeah, either way. My bullets don't discriminate, don't play with Wop, I demonstrate. Don't get shot on the interstate, Your girlfriend hyperventilate. R. I. P. to Trouble and free Thugger And free Gunna Too. While you at it, free the mayor, fool, And free my nigga Pooh. The DA bring up lyrics into court may not Be even true. They try to pin some shit Next to your name that you ain't even do. Fuck the other side, they need be shot for Tryna duplicate. Ran out with the swag like they Forgot where it originate. Fuck the trolls, the blogs, the hoes, and yes, Man who be instigate. Hit him in the head And he survived, but still emancipation. I don't even have to drop no payments, they Feel obligated. Shit so complicated, now the killers Be cooperating. Feds investigated, But I made it, never gave a statement. AKA Big Gucci or Big Guwop, never call me Razion. Ain't nobody say so, I tote Glock 'cause They don't have a safety. I got killer scrap, I'm on a yacht, weed Up so icy Navy. And I'ma rep EA until I'm eighty, that's the hood that made me. I done sold so many tourin' up babies, think I'm born in Grady. sayin' I do too much 'cause I got all these chains on. Niggas don't like when we in the club 'cause They get rained on. We get up with niggas, We turn disses into praise songs. The feds pick up the case, he got a Bond, that money bring him home. How many you got? Just bring 'em all, I'm Itched to get 'em gone. I move like a Ghost, I'm on the go, four weeks, I switch The phone. I walk in, I'll come, but I Run shit, no cap, I set the tone. No cap, I set the tone. No cap, Set The tone.