Gotti Karate - WHAT BUSINESS?

{Intro: Liil_Gabe}
Bitch
Yeah, Yeah
You finna get fuckin' whooped

{Verse: Gotti Karate}
Ayy, you think the beat is tryna get you? Why you running from it?
Pull my choppa out I got about a hundred coming from it
We was about to throw hands last year, you ducking from it
If I had a bottle of my swag you would be chugging from it
I could start by creepin' 'round my choppa freaking out
A thousand search parties, your missing body still isn't found
Pick your bitch up by the pound, she started tweaking out
How the fuck you rap about a thing you don't know shit about?
Nozzle to your head (Ayy)
I'm tryna leave you dead
If I see your ass up in my city, paint the town red
Give a fuck about the bread, I'm bout this shit for real
Dump his body full of lead, I'm tryna make him feel these hollows in his head
He might think that we chill, I'm bout this shit for real, huh huh
I'm bout this shit for real
Walking round his street, huh huh I was creeping on it
I'm about to kill this man, huh huh don't keep me from it
I donе pulled my fucking choppa out, my bullets leaking from it
I dont kick in doors I usе suppressors, you won't hear me coming
Already fucked your hoe, she on my shit and she was freaking on it
I was real about that shit huh, while you was sleeping on it
Fuck bout what you heard, I'm the best in rap
Not even 100,000 keep me out the trap
You said you could shoot, I was calling bap
I could hit you bout 100 times you won't hit back
If I see you it's a wrap
Put him to sleep, take a nap
We ain't done, we ain't scrapped
Hold up, lemme grab my strap
Chase him around in a lap
Bitch ass gon' get slapped
Back up 'fore I snap
Choppa take him off the map