The Hurt Business (Explicit)

The Hurt Business (Explicit) - Westside Gunn/Smoke DZA/Wale

Grr

Ayo

Grr

Ayo ayo ayo ayo grr

Ayo I'm on the lear talkin' flair

His face all bloody robe hangin' off got hit with a chair

Wore our best tints to the dance floor Greg Valentine lower tops

Blow his brains out right off the handlebars

Doggypile the

Di Vinci's tremendous

Push a three door benz

They never comin' out

I had twins

Walked up on him pulled my gun out close

Take that f**kin' chain off

I need that money and that socks filled with bags of d**e

Duffle bag rumors when we re'd up

My dread shot five n***as

Move to VA and rock the Caesar

Peace almighty grimy

Kimbo edition my alma mater

Is federal prison

Guess who ran

The day room

Don't touch

The wrong TV

I'm watchin' 106

And park with my shades on

N***as gettin' pleasure when they toe tag your vintage Gaultier

I'm talkin' old fashion shooter got a coke habit

Ayo the flyest motherf**kers got the game on lock

Keep shootin' it

'Til it ain't no shots

Allah please forgive all my n***as in the box

When one come home then another get knocked

Flyest motherf**kers got the game on lock

Keep shootin' it 'til it ain't no shots

Allah please forgive all my n***as in the box

When one come home then another got knocked

It only take a half a second to establish the hit

Send my lil' homie at you have him stab through your kith

Got a kilo on my neck n***a average a brick

Your b***h face painted on my pants ravishing Rick

How stylish is this

No hate no

Malice is this

Whippin' heavy

All these carats on wrists

Thousand dollar bottle sprays

My whole palate is rich

Ménage à trois times

Six n***a Paris was lit

I get more twat more checks than you

You a vegan now you a vegetable

All guns blazin' my man got locked

Came home went back he said it's vacation

Up top shakin' just stuffed a backwood of eighth when

West made the tag from the apron

Five star suites

To bust plays you do the days inn

Get to the money everyday spent

Ayo the flyest motherf**kers got the game on lock

Keep shootin' it 'til it ain't no shots

Allah please forgive

All my n***as in the box

When one come home

Then another get knocked

Flyest motherf**kers

Got the game on lock

Keep shootin' it 'til it ain't no shots

Allah please forgive

All my n***as in the box

When one come home

Then another get knocked

Alhamdulillah most

Valuable like Hassan Assad

Got enhancements on them

Hammers they'll do their job

On my side cullinan with the windows down

Play whatever hand I get but never ever show my card

Lay down n***as ain't thug don't think we can't tell

It ring out coughin' up blood look like you're Gangrel

Folarin poppin' fiends coppin' that's my young one

A lot of shoppers don't look like rockers because they young bucks

Haha

Okay who doper than them

I got two pair of Duncan Foams

And I ain't open 'em yet

A n***a been floatin'

On these vocals I been a goat with the pen

And n***as snub me all

They want we keep revolvers for that

Folarin is back I tried to keep my dawg out the trap

He say he got it with

That rock like Kevin Hart and McMahon

It's hard to be great and honestly way harder when black

And I feel like Jake Roberts boy slimin' is back for real

Ayo the flyest motherf**kers got the game on lock

Keep shootin' it 'til it ain't no shots

Allah please forgive all my n***as in the box

When one come home then another get knocked

Flyest motherf**kers got the game on lock

Keep shootin' it 'til it ain't no shots

Allah please forgive all my n***as in the box

When one come home then another got knocked