Out My Business

Lyrics

[Intro: Biggs & Masoe] Come on now....AH! [Verse 1: BandGang Masoe] 5'4 with more heart than the biggest tho Don't let it go, we steady go and lettin' triggers go That's your hoe, yeah I know, still gotta fuck her though We all ballin', shit feel kind of like the Rucker though Close to a deal but sick I had to lose my brother though Nindo, all I know need cheddar tho Mill's voice man, the pigs will never let 'em go Life, leave your bitch ass on ice Get into it broad day you'll be dead by the night Went to sleep, woke up to news man this shit don't seem right [?] I'm off a four, juice washin' down the rice Buffs on, dark tint, I'm just dimmin' down them lights Bitches bout that fuckin' life, they know what them hunnids like I can do this in my sleep this shit really somethin' light Sorry mama I ain't right, I'm just caught up in the life But uh, bitch get out my business I ain't ask you [Verse 2: BandGang Biggs] Back the fuck up, all these bands gave me the cash flu Call Rose, tell that nigga bring the bags through But you wouldn't know about that though, you too fragile Run up on some stupid shit and get the Mac drew You a stupid nigga I wouldn't even put it past you My lil' niggas poppin' pills like they cashews I can't even blame 'em, they pop them and act casual Rose playin' so I had to get the bag flew Choppin' down bowls, seen more sticks than a bamboo Now I'm going on vacation out in Cancun Just to show you broke ass niggas what them bands do [Verse 3: Bandgang Paid Will] Them bands buying bowls and bitches bags Runnin' off with mine, I'm sendin' Mone to go get his ass Garbage bags filled with cash, bitches think it's trash In the hallways grabbing ass, I was missin' class But the streets taught me well, always keep my scale Thinkin' bout Dotts, we was just riding, hitting sales Real niggas up in heaven, pussies go to hell Glock with the beam, plus the clip in it long as hell Good Larry and Cuz got blow for sell Hook hit the stash just know a nigga makin' bail But bitch get out my business, I ain't asked you [Verse 4: Bandgang Lonnie Bands] Aye, bitch why you all in my shit? Matter fact, thousand pills can you stuff all this shit Meanwhile the hood hot, the FEDs sliding down Nigga they'll erk off this bitch, we'll chop 'em down Last dummy slid down, put his chopper down Nigga touch me then we comin' at your mama now This ain't a fairytale, we got a bottle, every bale We got 'em comin' through the mail, bitch UPS ringin' bells Aye, nigga what's the problem? Get 'em Bandman, nigga I got 'em We got the oil base, they got the spoiled face Nigga I know they hate, nigga I know I'm great These niggas say they kill they just really acting Boy, your ass need some target practice Boy, get out your feelings before you get blasted [All together] Bitch get out your feelings I ain't asked you