Twista: 411

[Chorus - 2x]Why you all in my businessWhy you really really want to know the 4-1-1Is it cause that my game's tightI can scoop a bitch and fuck her on the same night[Verse 1: High Beam]It was a, Saturday evening bout seven at nightWhite T, white thongs pockets feeling alrightI got a, call from one of my carmel chicksShe said I mean be careful I think they talking on some hate shitDespite the talk of the town, I'ma be thereFor 45 minutes when you hear the horn come downAnd when she climbed in, I received a kiss and a hugIn a minute take off your shoes on a white persian rugWave your number rolling going to get bentWhy they sure call thugs mugging I see him right through the tentHe had the nerve enough to tap on my glassBut he ain't had enough light to peek in but I almost blast his assIs it cause that I'm known to bustSo quick to bump a bad bitch that y'all known to trustSo when you see me on them thangs in the cadillac truckMan don't even know me when you see your bitch in the back or front[Chorus - 2x][Verse 2: Todd Nitty]Foul, god damn you haggingSixteen block my wall you want to block my magicNow you wondering no what Nitty be doingWhile these bitches trying to find out who am I screwingAnd I'm so, sick and tired of the motherfucking gossipAnd I'm, sick and tired of the motherfucking coppersThey actually post up at the end of my blockTake a hoe from her spot just for trying to plot(*cop voice*)[Todd Nitty]And I'm like, damn friendly why you all on meMan I'm out here slanging records shit I stopped selling weedTell me, are you mad cause you see what I driveOr are you checking out these broads with the big ass thighsIt be my main bitch, getting on my last nervesclosest now to the edge from getting kicked to the curbShe got a homegirl, all up in her hairMaybe they just meant my hair's longer than her's[Chorus - 2x][Twista]And I'm, sick of them haters that be all in my shitEverytime I turn around somebody always be talking bout TwistWant to know who got a baby by me, what does he drive, where my tipBe all in my bidness because they heard that I've been bumping they chickI ain't no lie, if I scoop your bitch upI will, If I get scratch from herFold it up, if I tell her bend overShe won't get up, if I give up the bunchWhat you need to know fo', you the player po-poSteady beeking and poking paranoia smoking on too much doe-doeCreeping all in my bid' no since I first splurged on a RegoI got birds when I see you, I'm starting to think you work for them peopleHurt 'em when I tell 'em, I think you better ease up, cause everybodyKnow you no G when it come to the money put some g's upUntil you hip lock and freeze up, you might as wellTurn around and go like the other way when I see you[Chorus - 2x][High Beam]See me riding real slick thick and rolling on thangsGot the misses and the bitches wanna know my nameThey want to know what I'm onGet the fuck up out of mine homie go on and get your ownRiding slick with the cherry wood grainIn my big boy truck with the candy paintWhy, bitches giving me brainI know you want to ball like me but you can'tStay the fuck up out my business man[Chorus]