Mind Yo Business

I can tell these niggas scared the way they talk
Gold pyrex, I put diamonds on my fork
Pull up on your block, white chalk
Chopper bullets skate, Tony Hawk
Ima cut your fingers off if you shout
Pop a perc, hit the cup, nigga pause
Hundred round drum, round of applause
Bitches know I got that bag, Santa Claus
I drink lean and I pop Xans
Slaughter Gang, we the Glock clan
Poppin molly nigga, San-Tan
Im back on that bullshit again
I wanna fuck your best friend
I just went to bought a new Benz
Bitch I came from the bottom
We was starving, we was robbing
Mind your business, bitch
Mind your business, bitch
Mind your business, bitch
Mind your business, bitch
We aint with that friendly shit
That friendly shit
That friendly shit
That friendly shit
Catch em out back
Roll the window down and smash
Another toe-tagged nigga laying in the grass
Five shooters in the back of the Uber
Nigga and they ready to shoot
I tie my laces
I dip in that bag nigga and I take me a boof
Im the Slaughter King nigga
I dont give a fuck about you
You get you some money
You get you some fame
These bitches gon come out the blue
Bullet holes in my body
Paranoid Ima pop it
If you snitchin Ima pop it
Wrong move, Ima drop it
.15 in my sock, trappin at the bus stop
Came from a nickel rock
Now I got a whole block
Mind your business, bitch
Mind your business, bitch
Mind your business, bitch
Mind yourbusiness, bitch
We aint with that friendly shit
That friendly shit
That friendly shit
That friendly shit
Catch em out back
Roll the window down and smash
Another toe-tagged nigga laying in the grass