Mind Yo Business lyrics - 21 Savage

I can tell these nigga's scared the way they talk

Gold pyrex, I put diamonds on my fork

Pull up on your block, white chalk

Chopper bullets skate, Tony Hawk

I'ma cut your fingers off if you shout

Pop a perc, hit the cup, nigga pause

Hundred round drum, round of applause

Bitches know I got that bag, Santa Claus

I drink lean and I pop Xans

Slaughter Gang, we the Glock clan

Poppin' molly nigga, San-Tan

I'm back on that bullshit again

I wanna fuck your best friend

I just went a bought a brand new Benz

Bitch I came from the bottom

We was starving, we was robbing

Mind your business, bitch

Mind your business, bitch

Mind your business, bitch

Mind your business, bitch

We ain't with that friendly shit

That friendly shit

That friendly shit

That friendly shit

Catch 'em out back, roll the window down and smash

Another toe-tagged nigga laying in the grass

Five shooters in the back of the Uber nigga and they ready to shoot

I tie my laces, I dip in that bag nigga and I take me a blue

I'm the Slaughter King nigga, I don't give a fuck about you

You get you some money, you get you some fame, these bitches gon' come out the blue

Bullet holes in my body, paranoid I'ma pop it

If you snitchin' I'ma pop it, wrong move, I'ma drop it

.15 in my sock, trappin' at the bus stop

Came from a nickel rock, now I got a whole block

Mind your business, bitch

Mind your business, bitch

Mind your business, bitch

Mind your business, bitch

We ain't with that friendly shit

That friendly shit

That friendly shit

That friendly shit

Catch 'em out back, roll the window down and smash

Another toe-tagged nigga laying in the grass