Lyrics: GANG BIZNESS

Doubles, nigga, come on

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 with

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 a side kick


Whoop, niggas know who I hang with

Aw, damn, Gizzle on the same shit

Whoop, in this bitch, gang thick

Real Blood, I ain't never 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

B team, oops, 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

Hennything is possible off Hennessy


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 a 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 Draky 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'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 ain't 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 kids know they daddy is active

Enemigo bashin', they don't want beef, they fastin'

I hate opps with a passion