Pyro Methane - Murda Bizness lyrics

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Pyro Methane - Murda Bizness lyrics

[Intro: Tye Sosick] These n***as want to f** around and make me load that tooly up on the a** Aye pyro man let that sh** off one time [Verse 1 : Pyro Methane] Gold rings, ice cold like a hockey puck Purple syrup in my lean, Styrofoam cup They say I'm too much, net worth going up But a local for a feature got me cracking up Domestic n***a but the threads international Put your girl on my plate, treat her like a cannibal Blowing cantaloupe, zigzag back wood smoke Plug my tongue in the speaker,I'm audio dope Wanna cross a n***a, hit'em the with pope, pope You swisher sweet get rolled like new dope I'm Pyro propane like a dragon throat I'm a Norfolk n***a, you can get scoped Na na na na na you ain't know? I been running this sh** since Kango Pay up front for the money Two for the show No cover charge when I walk through the door [Hook] Hit the club All my n***as Popping bottles, getting b**hes Super clean, sho get'em Hit the scene k** sh** We in the murder business I k** pride, I hurt feelings Click-clack, bang bang we in the murder business My outfit, merk n***as Click clack, bang bang We in the murder business [Verse 2: Pyro Methane] My heavy chain on her head while she give me brain We getting money over here stay in your lane Your girl wanna come kick it like Lui Lang I see you hating over there you gone pop a vein She wanna roll with a n***a that self made Eating meals out of town, 80 dollar plates Solid gold on my neck n***a no plates Dividing money in between getting more cake Na na na na na you ain't know I been running this sh** since kango Pay up front for the money Two for the show No cover charge when I walk through the door [Hook] Hit the club With all my n***as Popping bottles, getting b**hes Super clean, sho get'em Hit the scene k** sh** We in the murder business I k** pride, I hurt feelings Click clack, bang bang we in the murder business My outfit, merk n***as Click clack, bang bang We in the murder business [Verse 3: Tye Sosick] Young Pippen, I'm balling while they still tipping Tye n***a, but I never been tripping n***a f** your feelings, shout out to forgiven Boy I'm unforgiven, broke n***as need fixing Check the BS, I'm living in they tell me that I'm sickening The pissing cuz I'm putting minutes in That's why they steady whispering Bickering like Mike Vick in some sh** again You better beware, I'm snatching sh** again Excuse my language, I'm just feeling famous Back off my hiatus, back to being heinous I'm the sh**, no an*s Boy I'm the greatest, check ya PlayStation cases Special occasion, who they think they phasing I'm aleave'em tasteless, scratch that faceless Lion out the cages, I'm a dick no latex I'm the problem you ain't faced yet You got a b**h well I'm the n***a she ain't taste yet [Outro: Tye Sosick] Stupid a** n***as, you gone f** around and make me dump that sh** off! Naw, I'mma let pyro do that