DaBaby – Out Ya Business (Lyrics)
I am out your business
But I can kick it to you, give you knowledge if you listen
Just grind until it’s finished
Keep ’em out your business
They probably ain’t gon’ frisk me, so I sneak in with the blicky
Then leave out with the bitches
Music, weed, and alcohol
I ain’t have no sleep in like two days like I’m on Adderall
Took her home and had a ball, breakfast with the Tylenol
When I say took her home, ain’t talkin’ ’bout my crib, nigga, not at all
Make me sick ’cause I’m a dog
Where his purse? ‘Cause he a bitch
Nigga hate hisself, so he leave comments when he see the pics
I act like I ain’t see the shit
The nigga still ain’t found hisself
I told him, fuck it, go jump off a bridge today and drown to death
I don’t mean no harm, I’m tryna help
A lot of these lil’ niggas in the way, tired of these niggas, so give ’em game
Prowl on these niggas, I’m in the paint, fire on me while I was getting a fade
Go to work on you niggas, I’m clocking in
I was focused before, now I’m locking in
I’m on go and I bet I won’t stop again
I don’t want her no more, I’ma swap the Benz
I don’t look like you niggas, don’t call me twin
And my mama don’t know you, don’t call me bro
And ain’t no hope for this motherfuckin’ generation
Ain’t no women left, you gotta find a ho
And ain’t no real niggas left for the women either
Did her dirty and now that bitch getting even
He got comfortable, that nigga didn’t see it
He in love with the ho and she still an eater
But I am out your business
But I can kick it to you, give you knowledge if you listen
Just grind until it’s finished
Keep ’em out your business
They probably ain’t gon’ frisk me, so I sneak in with the blicky
Then leave out with the bitches
But I am out your business, nigga
Yeah, I am out your business
I’m out there, yeah
Fuck it, nigga, spin again
Having too much fun on these lil’ beats, feel like a kid again
Feel just like I’m ten again
This shit hit like riding a bike
Do this shit again, again (Again, again)
Me and her talking our shit, we in here getting it in
Both us in here dripping sweat, I’m a chocolate nigga, M&Ms
Walking on this shit, look how I’m talking, this shit getting serious
Be done punched you in your motherfuckin’ mouth with them ol’ big veneers
I’m the best rapper alive for the next fifty years
Nigga, I am out your business
But I can kick it to you, give you knowledge if you listen
Just grind until it’s finished
Keep ’em out your business
Probably wouldn’t frisk me, so I sneak in with the blicky
Then leave out with the bitches
Pussy, weed, and alcohol
Yeah, yeah
Baby
