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carns hill - big business lyrics

(srb separation confirmed. coming up on staging the burnout of these twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes 5 seconds)

[verse 1: [?]]
trap god still peppering country spots (course i am)
still throwing big lumps in pots (throw dem)
nasty bando setting up shop
got a new soldier to run this block (block)
told him to show me where he sleeps
he shown me, i told him to plug these shots (shots)
life of a boss, i cream off the block
how many times have i made me a k!lling?
and sat back and laughed how easy it was (how easy it was)
and i ain’t gotta lie, the trappers know
i don’t wanna talk ’bout packs of snow
[?] the pigs ain’t tapped my phone (bug)
bust that [?], the same old petrol smell (petrol smell)
it’s mad how fast this petrol sells
conspiracy on these ot lines
truth is i ain’t even met these cells (no)
126 in a plastic bag, get grabbed, no way i ain’t getting bail

[hook: ld]
big business (mmm)
industry, all that plug talk
i put a h-lla guns where my thugs walk (h-lla)
six figures for a minimal
yeah, that’s big business (hundred up)
conspiracy’s still lurking
i’ve got my rap fans observing
and the phone line’s still twerking
yeah, that’s big business (mmm)
industry, all that plug talk
i put a h-lla guns where my thugs walk (all o’ dat, all o’ dat)
six figures for a minimal
yeah, that’s big business
conspiracy’s still lurking
i’ve got my rap fans observing
and the phone line’s still twerking
yeah, that’s big business

[verse 2: asap]
i be outside with my lurkers (yeah, what’s up?)
you know we’re moving active (mad)
just the other day i was aiming high for a headshot
but them pagan boys, they were dashing (mothers)
and i’m p-ssed ’cause the ting was jamming (mad)
but bro was next to me, raging
had his ting just slapping
man can’t tell me ’bout banging
i’ll stab man out and he’ll ramp him (trust)
make blood spill on a gang ting (chef)
i’ve got nitties in the trap house
leaving over and [?] (nitties)
phat stacks in my tracksuit trousers (mad)
my profit is thousands
smashed the pack then i’m outing (stacks)
round here, no drought ting
bro got that flake in (flake)
that’s lines on 24s, loads of money just making (ring)
round here, no drought ting
bro got that flake in (trust)
that’s lines on 24s, loads of money just making (jook him)

[verse 3: blade brown]
they wanna know when bags [?] (waiting)
but i’ve been out here tryna make boxes [?] (literally)
this is [?] and a box of am’ (and a box of am’)
i count quarter of a m then i wash my hands (d-mn)
yeah i splash, splash but i stack better (yeah)
i was born in the crack era
had a browning but the mac’s better
i love rainy days ’cause that’s trap weather
(i love rainy days ’cause that’s trap weather)
and these little n-gg-s don’t trap clever
never put any money pics on that insta ting or that snap ever
trap rules, yeah my trap thoughts (yeah)
skurred up in a black sport (skrt)
35k, that’s a pack bought
but a n-gg- came like a rack short (d-mn)
said he got money owed, it’s the trap’s fault
said i grab it on the rebound
that’s my language, yeah that trap talk

- carns hill lyrics

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