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Be about yo Bidnezz Video (MV)




Performed By: Penitent
Language: English
Length: 3:01
Written by: Rashid Salaam
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Penitent - Be about yo Bidnezz Lyrics




This beat mobbin
This beat mob
I'm out here having it my way as many ways how to get paid I paid I'll fade you up at the bus stop like a barbershop

It ain't no shade on this block. It's hella hot and you'll get shot trying to gang bang
It's better to be about your change I'm trying to change but nothing changing I'm pulling up in a range and the seats
All Caucasian back in the days. I used to sell rocks up out the days inn
Right off of Huntington. I'm all about my money man. Ever since I came up my ninja. You've been acting funny, man

You fail to plan so you plan to fail the turf is worse than living in hell. I'll never snitch
I'll never tell the judge won't let me post no bail cuz when I get out
I'm gonna put a hit out and I ain't talking about no murders the only beef you want is burgers
Cuz you know, I keep that burner yea this 40. It'll burn you like a hot stove

Even if you think you cold man, this ain't Michigan. I'mma have to pull up on you
I can't be talking on these phones. They be listening
I can't be talking on these phones. They trying to listen
They ain't trying to listen

It's better to be about your business
I'm from the turf still trying to change tho
You see I'm out here trying to change
But in the set ain't nothing changing tho

It's better to be about your doe. It's better to be about your Skrilla
I don't bang. I don't sell rocks, I ain't no killa
I ain't no killa
But don't push me

Don't get in my way
You can catch this fade if you think you can whoop me
AMG C43 soon as I pull up at the light
I'm not the one that they wanna see

I be moving way too quick
Hit the gas I'm on the freeway I ain't calling baby back
I ain't worried about what she say
I be dipping in the traffic if it's cracking then what's happening

I'll send you packing like some luggage bruh
Don't get yo mean mug hit
You already know I'm with it to the turf I've been committed
You would've thought I just got married by the way that I be fitted

I'm on the grind fa sho
I got my mind right
Don't get caught slipping I'll get to tripping at that red light
Oh you forgot punk mf I miss my cousin

Thought y'all got away with something
But you didn't see me coming through the back doe
You stay typing all your business on Facebook
In all cap shit

But it's all cap though
You walking way too slow
Better start running laps
I don't need a homie to clown you with his mini mac

I can be talkin on these phones they trying to listen
It's better to be about your business
I'm from the turf still trying to change though
But in the set ain't nothing changing tho

It's better to be about your doe
It's better to be about your scrilla
I don't bang I don't sell rocks
And I ain't no killa

I ain't no killa but don't push me
You can catch this fade if you think you can whoop me
You can catch this fade
You can catch this fade
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English

This beat mobbin
This beat mob
I'm out here having it my way as many ways how to get paid I paid I'll fade you up at the bus stop like a barbershop

It ain't no shade on this block. It's hella hot and you'll get shot trying to gang bang
It's better to be about your change I'm trying to change but nothing changing I'm pulling up in a range and the seats
All Caucasian back in the days. I used to sell rocks up out the days inn
Right off of Huntington. I'm all about my money man. Ever since I came up my ninja. You've been acting funny, man

You fail to plan so you plan to fail the turf is worse than living in hell. I'll never snitch
I'll never tell the judge won't let me post no bail cuz when I get out
I'm gonna put a hit out and I ain't talking about no murders the only beef you want is burgers
Cuz you know, I keep that burner yea this 40. It'll burn you like a hot stove

Even if you think you cold man, this ain't Michigan. I'mma have to pull up on you
I can't be talking on these phones. They be listening
I can't be talking on these phones. They trying to listen
They ain't trying to listen

It's better to be about your business
I'm from the turf still trying to change tho
You see I'm out here trying to change
But in the set ain't nothing changing tho

It's better to be about your doe. It's better to be about your Skrilla
I don't bang. I don't sell rocks, I ain't no killa
I ain't no killa
But don't push me

Don't get in my way
You can catch this fade if you think you can whoop me
AMG C43 soon as I pull up at the light
I'm not the one that they wanna see

I be moving way too quick
Hit the gas I'm on the freeway I ain't calling baby back
I ain't worried about what she say
I be dipping in the traffic if it's cracking then what's happening

I'll send you packing like some luggage bruh
Don't get yo mean mug hit
You already know I'm with it to the turf I've been committed
You would've thought I just got married by the way that I be fitted

I'm on the grind fa sho
I got my mind right
Don't get caught slipping I'll get to tripping at that red light
Oh you forgot punk mf I miss my cousin

Thought y'all got away with something
But you didn't see me coming through the back doe
You stay typing all your business on Facebook
In all cap shit

But it's all cap though
You walking way too slow
Better start running laps
I don't need a homie to clown you with his mini mac

I can be talkin on these phones they trying to listen
It's better to be about your business
I'm from the turf still trying to change though
But in the set ain't nothing changing tho

It's better to be about your doe
It's better to be about your scrilla
I don't bang I don't sell rocks
And I ain't no killa

I ain't no killa but don't push me
You can catch this fade if you think you can whoop me
You can catch this fade
You can catch this fade
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Writer: Rashid Salaam
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