Songtext Gang bizness Yg

Gang bizness

Doubles, nigga, c'mon
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Dead homies
Ayy, ayy, ayy (4hunnid!)

Gang business, I don't really do no lame shit
Ain't no pattin' down the killers that I came wiht
Freak bitch and her lil' sister on the same shit
Do your thang, on the gang, on the gang, bitch
Blue rag around the .30 when I bounce out
Don't we all just hate a bitch that got a loud mouth?
In the cut with someone, up and clear the crowd out
Nowadays, these niggas kissin' ass just for a shoutout
Do your dance in this bitch, throw your gang up
Quiet nigga get aggressive, I don't say much
Block a bitch until I peep she got her pape' up
Nigga try to keep up with the kid and they went bankrupt

Right leg, left leg, get your walk on
Gon' be crackin' with the opps until they all gone
Free the gang, and I'ma scream it 'til my dawgs home
Thick bitch, know how to fuck it up and she on all fours
Big chop in the duffle, I'm a flight risk
Main bitch just got beat up by my side bitch
She ain't got no home, trainin’ when she ride dick
Gen 5, keep it on my person like side kick

Woo, niggas, know who I hang with
Aw, damn, Gizzle on the same shit
Woo, in this bitch, gang thick
Real Blood, I ain't ever bang Crip
Tried to play with my gangsta, but it ain't stick
I don't know what you niggas thought, but it ain't it
Niggas online speakin' way slick
Fuck a stream, make a nigga twitch when that K hit
Ayy, fuck it up, do the Blood walk
Big team hoops, my bad, that's how the Bloods talk
Tell on who? Knock it the fuck off
Do a crime and do the time, what the Bloods taught
Yeah, burnt out, literally, with a whole lot of artillery
The opps ain't gettin' rid of me
This new shit I'm tryna fuck, but I don't know if she feelin' me
Anything is possible off Hennessey

Right leg, left leg, get your walk on (Get your walk on)
Gon' be crackin' with the opps until they all gone (Get it brackin')
Free the gang, and I'ma scream it 'til my dawgs home (Free the gang)
Thick bitch, know how to fuck it up and she on all fours (She on, woah)
Big chop in the duffle, I'm a flight risk (Big chop)
Main bitch just got beat up by my side bitch (By my who?)
She ain't got no home, trainin’ when she ride dick (What? What? What?)
Gen 5, keep it on my person like side kick (What? What? What?)

Hol' up, where my bitch at?
Come fuck a rich nigga with a six-pack
Murder Gang, spin first, we don't spin back I'm the nigga brought the Draccie to the kick back
Goddamn, Gotti, why you did that?
See that bitch right there, I'm tryna hit that
Fuck a bitch, do my dougie with a big strap
I I'm the type to get it crackin' where your kids at
Fuck it, if Gotti trippin', I'm trippin'
I'm in this bitch with the Smith and, went up top with the clip in (Dead homies)
I'm from Piru, but her Crippin', trigger finger itchin', we toleratin' no dissin' (Dead homies)
Woulda tried to keep it player but it's too late Spot a opp and I got blower, I don't shoot fades Niggas out they rabbit-ass mind like toupee I'm from the blue bricks, baby, where we shoot Ks
I'm from Top Gang, bitch, and my shoes laced
Went on a few missions, caught a few fades
Squabble up, bitch, I think I'm Luke Cage
Got rich and tried to change, it was too late
I wear a Glock like it's fashion, got three chops in the mansion
My kins know they daddy is active
Enemy go bashin', they don't want beef, they fastin'
I hate opps with a passion