BACK 2 BUSINESS Intro by SUVI Lyrics
All matte black with the windows tinted
Shit so dark you can’t tell who’s in it
Bag so loud got the smell proof with it
Even if I knew wouldn’t tell who did it
Gotta put my brother in a brand new civic
I just saw a teller and some brand new digits
I just had to tell her that I can’t do distance
Back from a trip then it’s back to business
Woah
Love the way you hit back, huh
Love the way you hit that, woah
You was trynna get mad
I was at the kickback though
Rollin off a tic tac toe
Them X’s and O’s
How the hell you get that broke?
How you gonna sink that low?
Oh damn
How you rather sink than float?
Better rethink that boat
Oh damn
I don’t have a fuck to give about a bitch who never had to work for shit
Fucked the bitch up on a planе the pilot said we should expеct some turbulence
Ever since we dropped a tape and named it wavelength they been trynna surf on this
Ever since I saw her face and got a taste it’s hard to say what perfect is, uh
No bitch you didn’t distract
Blow a bag get it right back 
Uh yeah
They wanna get on a track
The way they be spitting so whack
I won’t hit you back
I been perfecting the craft
Stay with the pen like I’m in class
Uh yeah
If we really checkin the stats
We’ll put you second to last
Oh damn
I seen all the talkin you put in the comments somebody should tell you to stop it
I just been focused on profit so long I don’t got no more room in my pockets
Plug just got popped but I’m still coming up lil bitch you should know I got options
Up at the top, we as real as they come lil bitch know you fuckin’ with Stockton
Homie just stop it
How they claimin’ they gang while they sharin’ a Glock?
Stayin’ the same and they swearin’ they not
I don’t got the time but I’m wearin’ a watch
Ain’t shit to me but it cost you a lot
Stay in some ‘preme from the tee to the socks
Age of 18 I was beatin’ the odds
Life is a bitch but I’m feedin’ my dogs
If Shlime Bahl don’t like him then he can get robbed
I am to you what is me to a god
I am at peace knowin’ we can achieve all these dreams if we seen with these gifts that we got
I just been countin’ this money and weighin’ these P’s, it’s 448 on the dot
Don’t understand how they cappin and maskin they happiness actin like somethin’ they not
Any time of year
You can come & find it here
I can’t come & dry them tears
Rely on who you see in mirrors
Shit so dark you can’t tell who’s in it
Bag so loud got the smell proof with it
Even if I knew wouldn’t tell who did it
Gotta put my brother in a brand new civic
I just saw a teller and some brand new digits
I just had to tell her that I can’t do distance
Back from a trip then it’s back to business
Woah
Love the way you hit back, huh
Love the way you hit that, woah
You was trynna get mad
I was at the kickback though
Rollin off a tic tac toe
Them X’s and O’s
How the hell you get that broke?
How you gonna sink that low?
Oh damn
How you rather sink than float?
Better rethink that boat
Oh damn
I don’t have a fuck to give about a bitch who never had to work for shit
Fucked the bitch up on a planе the pilot said we should expеct some turbulence
Ever since we dropped a tape and named it wavelength they been trynna surf on this
Ever since I saw her face and got a taste it’s hard to say what perfect is, uh
No bitch you didn’t distract
Blow a bag get it right back 
Uh yeah
They wanna get on a track
The way they be spitting so whack
I won’t hit you back
I been perfecting the craft
Stay with the pen like I’m in class
Uh yeah
If we really checkin the stats
We’ll put you second to last
Oh damn
I seen all the talkin you put in the comments somebody should tell you to stop it
I just been focused on profit so long I don’t got no more room in my pockets
Plug just got popped but I’m still coming up lil bitch you should know I got options
Up at the top, we as real as they come lil bitch know you fuckin’ with Stockton
Homie just stop it
How they claimin’ they gang while they sharin’ a Glock?
Stayin’ the same and they swearin’ they not
I don’t got the time but I’m wearin’ a watch
Ain’t shit to me but it cost you a lot
Stay in some ‘preme from the tee to the socks
Age of 18 I was beatin’ the odds
Life is a bitch but I’m feedin’ my dogs
If Shlime Bahl don’t like him then he can get robbed
I am to you what is me to a god
I am at peace knowin’ we can achieve all these dreams if we seen with these gifts that we got
I just been countin’ this money and weighin’ these P’s, it’s 448 on the dot
Don’t understand how they cappin and maskin they happiness actin like somethin’ they not
Any time of year
You can come & find it here
I can’t come & dry them tears
Rely on who you see in mirrors