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g stank & lil noonie - shark business lyrics

[intro: g stank]
(ain’t that lil dave on the mix?) what the f+ck?
ah, uh, uh, i’m drunk as h+ll, on foenem
you know how we comin’
we gon’ come through your sh+t, flip your sh+t up
all that, all that, all that, all that, all that, all that
a lot of, a lo+lo+lot of all that
on foenem grave, we gon’ come through your sh+t and light your sh+t up like it’s the fourth of july
and this the middle of the winter
uh, shark ‘nem really don’t be tryna talk, shark ‘nem be standin’ on business, foe, all our business get stood on
shark ‘nem be handlin’ that sh+t
and a lot of sh+t be free, but you know that

[verse 1: g stank]
they wanna bump with them, but don’t wanna bump with me
i hit noonie line, let’s get in traffic, he got his own seat (go, go, go, go, go)
ain’t gotta put no fetti on his head, he gettin’ smoked for the free (you know that)
shark ‘nem smell blood, went up two b’s out the same v (shark, shark)
three number gang, far three letter gang, them n+ggas ain’t on sh+t (pgf)
he lucky i wasn’t in the hot when i pulled up to the o, i would’ve bust vic sh+t (dummy)
fifty in the glock with a b+tton on the back, f+ck tappin’, i’m holdin’ this b+tch (brr, brr)
nardae put the coin on the back of the clip, when i toss, i blow with the kriss (brr, brr, brr, brr)
n+ggas hoes, but somehow he turned gangster, in school, he was gettin’ punked (lil’ b+tch)
when shots go off, n+ggas got they gun, but turn to forrest gump (runnin’, runnin’)
flexin’ like he got that sack, okay, put him in the trunk (kidnap)
i tried to talk to you, now you ain’t my speed, okay, b+tch, you bum (okay, bummy as h+ll)
really be havin’, my name g stank, but sometimes that n+gga call me skunk
s block business, n+gga, lil d or g jayski, it’s gon’ be a hunt (grr, grr, you know that)
shoot his ass in his face with a drac’, it look like he had a pump (had a shotgun)
off blood, zilla came up in the park, should’ve had that chain tucked
mopped him out and took his fn, he ain’t wanna give that thing up (okay)
one shot rock, hit a n+gga in his top, i watched his brains bust (that b+tch jam)
tried to fix the pipe, but he f+cked up, he ridin’ all over trucks
we ain’t gon’ speak on trayski, just know this sh+t get dangerous
[verse 2: lil noonie]
we blitz sh+t down for real, get one car in traffic, your ass gon’ check (brr)
they been trollin’, we hit blocks, a hundred shots, first one we catch (don’t get caught)
call a blitz, my startin’ five with stolen cars and all black
shark ‘nem quick to sn+tch a hat, stand over heads like snortin’ crack (that sh+t easy)
pants down, assed out, we push up quick and make examples (easy clap)
you want smoke, but not for real, okay, that’s cool, we give out samples (don’t get f+cked up)
for them bucks, i’ll go suit up and bless you in while i’m on camera
when i blow, might give you the clip ’cause as i’m tappin’, i ain’t countin’ (this sh+t ain’t for nothin’)
i got blew down on the h, me and g stank was hot for real
shark business, the next day, male vic’ was shot and k!lled (yeah, we x’ing they sh+t too)
blitzin’ sh+t off marijuana, you don’t wanna cee+lo off the pill (at all)
come through f+ckin’ up justine ’cause they ain’t on marshfield (they don’t even post on that b+tch, on foenem)
he think he sl!ck like we don’t know, i’m on his ass night and day (every night)
them six+twos gon’ sit you down, it’s no such thing as fightin’ a drac’ (f+ckin’ sh+t up)
raise your fists, i’ma bless you in, so please don’t think we fightin’ today (at all)
if it’s tension, hit the phone, we pull up bl!ckin’ right away (that sh+t easy)
all night spinnin’ the city, ridin’ around, kittin’ up hot cars
durin’ the day, we might get bored, leave the phones and go on the opps’ block (we on they sh+t)
on they sh+t and we don’t leave like we connected to they hotspot
know them skis from wb gon’ bump his glee, we call him pop some (pop some gon’ blow that b+tch)
tank top, nike tech, switch glock, it’s that season (every day)
we still up and give the flux and still slide for no reason (this sh+t ain’t ’bout nothin’)
cuz slid back, caught ’em the same spot, i couldn’t believe it (lo hit they sh+t)
shark business in less than forty+eight hours, i really seen it (yeah, brr)
[outro: lil noonie]
long live mick drac, n+gga, long live baby drac
f+ck the opps, ain’t no opps f+ckin’ with us, n+gga
s block, business only, n+gga
you want the smoke, hit the phone, just spin, it ain’t sh+t to it
auntie, f+ck out, brr

- g stank lil noonie lyrics

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