Bidness - DaBaby, Toosii

Backwoods stuffed with a 3−5

When I creep by, I’m prolly throwin' peace signs out the window

I’m busy, I ain’t got time for pretendin'

Yeah, hit her one time and forget her

Sweat when we fuckin', work out like it’s tennis

We ain’t goin' steady, try not to catch feelings

She tryna start rappin', she want her a feature

I ain’t into mixin' my hoes with my business

Plus I got my own bitch at home I be chillin'

I can’t even lie, I be feelin' alone even when in a room full of niggas

Devil played with my mind for a long enough time, now he don’t even know how

I’m livin'

Had to give it to God, I went and got on my grind and I turnt up on all of

these niggas

Plus I stay with that iron, I’m Baby, don’t pay me no mind

Told the bitch play with Sega, don’t play with my mind

Take DaBaby away I’m still John, that lil' nigga gone stay on his grind

I got all the way up out the mud before I got here, they ain’t really want me

to shine

Plus I ain’t never think I was like one of you niggas, I’ve been this way since

I was five

Think I done passed it along to my daughter, her confidence quality,

she only three

Got a whole other beautiful daughter, they look like each other,

can’t wait till the day that they meet

I knew it was room at the table for me to get somethin' so I turned up and got

me a seat

Just to get what they want they gone say that they love you

You gotta be patient and watch how they creep

Took the diamonds off all of my teeth

Won’t let 'em put me in the box

Momma bought them Reeboks 'cause them bitches was cheap

First day of school we had new soldier Ree’s

When I’m talkin' to God only time on my knees

Even while on your knees with your hands in the air

Police shootin' before they say freeze

Left a piece of us dead on the streets

Backwoods stuffed with a 3−5

When I creep by, I’m prolly throwin' peace signs out the window

I’m busy, I ain’t got time for pretendin'

Yeah, hit her one time and forget her

Sweat when we fuckin', work out like it’s tennis

We ain’t goin' steady, try not to catch feelings

She tryna start rappin', she want her a feature

I ain’t into mixin' my hoes with my business

I ain’t into mixin' my hoes with my business

You gotta believe me, all that shit easy

Tell a fuck hoe get out, if she ever think that she don’t need me

I’m Toosii, look at my watch, now it’s two-tone

What you think?

Give me the chance, I’ll get you gone

You know I’m flyer than a bird, I be fly with the words

I’ll fuck 'round shit on your tombstone

Back to the basics, I ain’t buyin' no Asics

I told gang grow weed 'fore he cop from a nigga

'Cause these niggas be hatin', he know that they’ll fuck 'round and lace it

Go to New York, so fly with the pole

Young nigga flyer than a hoe

I be one deep, never four deep, put Forgis on the rims then I go slide with ya

hoe

But excuse me I never ain’t ask for this lifestyle

Niggas gettin' low, we shootin' them pipes out

Police tell him freeze, put his hands up, he go to pull his pants up, damn,

now he lights out

My momma treat me like a veteran

My brother think that I’m ahead of him

I tell him just 'cause I got a lil' money, I ain’t actin' funny

He the reason I’m better than shit that I used to be

I take a Only Fans bitch turn her into a star, yeah right, nigga gotta get used

to me

I could give a damn 'bout a hoe 'cause the last bitch I fucked with she ended

up usin' me

I know she mad that she ended up losin' me

I know she mad that the lil' bitch a fool to me

I been had it, baby, none of this new to me

Better think twice 'fore you think about losin' me

Backwoods stuffed with a 3−5

When I creep by, I’m prolly throwin' peace signs out the window

I’m busy, I ain’t got time for pretendin'

Yeah, hit her one time and forget her

Sweat when we fuckin', work out like it’s tennis

We ain’t goin' steady, try not to catch feelings

She tryna start rappin', she want her a feature

I ain’t into mixin' my hoes with my business

Plus I got my own bitch at home, I be chillin'

I ain’t really pressed for no bitches

I know you ain’t callin' yo self a real nigga, upset 'cause you pressed for a

picture

I know that they ten steps behind on a few of my gifts and they don’t really

get it

They know if they touch one of mine, I’ma air this bitch out, I put that on

Miss Linda