Walking On Business - Jim Jones ft. Keen Streetz, Conway the Machine

We outside, nigga

Uh, shit, these old niggas with these old raps
On King David, I'ma ask 'em where they pole at (Where that pole at?)
My young niggas, they might pop out, tell 'em, "Hold that" (Grrt)
I'm in the hood, I just might pop out where the cove at
And while we talkin' 'bout brunches and shit (Uh-huh)
I bring that work out like a nigga was doing crunches and shit
And fuck a door, I drop the roof and then I jump in that shit
I got these kilos on my neck just like I'm pumping these bricks, shit (What you need, nigga?)
These niggas want these bars just like a speakeasy (Have a drink)
All you niggas rapping hard, you better speak easy (Easy)
I brought the water and told Maza he could deep freeze me (Mula)
And get a grip and don't slip because the streets greasy
My connect is like Drake, he try to Keke me
And do you love me? Are you riding? (Ooh)
You should be happy with that Rolls-Royce you cried in (Hey, baby)
And if it's up, then we got no choice but colliding (Crash), fucker
Uh-huh, knucker (Fucker)
I jump back like Jax
I put the coke in the pot, it jump back like crack
A menace who came, they ain't know I was comin' back like that (Ooh)
Had a fiend one summer spend a hundred stacks on crack
I would have killed a bunch you niggas just to see Stacks come back (Yeah, stupid)

Where I'm from, they'll get a gun and put somebody on it (Far out)
BBL, in other words, they put a body on it (Boom)
If you heard your strip jumping, then I'm probably on it
I'm in the mansion, the bed covers got Versace on it (Yeah)
Fat boy, I'm like Ricky Ross to them bitches (What else?)
VVSs, my jewelry be flickin' off in the pictures
We don't talk to no snitches, ain't trickin' off for no bitches
It's real nigga, fuck standin' 'cause we be walking on business
Been hustling for years and you still broke
Had a right to remain silent and you still spoke
In the kitchen, I'll be scraping the top (Yeah)
Come to money, I'm a Muslim, I'ma make us a lot (Huh?)
Write my name in concrete 'cause I be scraping the block (Yeah)
It ain't no safe on this Glock 'cause it ain't safe in the rock (No)
Amber Rose with the O's 'cause I be shaving the top (Yeah)
Leaving a lot, with a Wraith for the drop, motherfucker (Uh)

Grrt-grrt, uh, look
Bro lurkin' on the side streets
Somebody died, homicide ain't find the body for nine weeks
I used to serve a fiend that had like nine teeth
Forever sittin' on top, we got assigned seats
They act like they want the issue, I'm like okay (Okay)
Killer head-tap him, walk off like he Shoehei
Main block beat bodies like OJ
Do fifty thousand on a slow day (Talk to 'em)
The watch face got boogers in the shit (Huh)
Fentanyl all in the back, call it putting sugar on the bricks (Woo)
Pushing on the strip, post with the blicker on the hip
Push a nigga shit to way back (Uh-huh)
And your jewels, they snatched
Gangster talk, boy, you ain't that (Nah)
And you was broke all summer 'cause you ain't stack (Ah)
And your man would be still alive if you ain't lack
Don't even get gas in the hood if you ain't strapped (Pussy)
Nigga, we walking on business, all the Glocks got a dick on 'em, yo, switches (Brrt, brrt)
Shits ain't jammin' up, no glitches
Nigga, playin' with us, we gon' clip 'em (We gon' smoke 'em)
I can still get you touched, long distance ('Kay)
Talking good knife work, yeah
You get bandaged up, bro, stitches
They heard me go, they like, "Nah, bro different" (Uh-huh)
Four fifths and (What else?)
Those Smith &s (For what?)
For those missions (Woo)
And bro itchin' (For what?)
To go ballistic (Uh-huh)
Cold cases, no forensics, nigga

Machine, bitch