GANG BIZNESS

Lyrics

[Verse 1: PayGotti] 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 [Chorus: PayGotti] 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 [Verse 2: YG] 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 [Chorus: PayGotti & YG ] 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? ) [Verse 3: YG & PayGotti ] 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