Lyrics Out My Business - Bandgang Masoe , Band Gang Paid Will , Band Gang Lonnie Bands

5'4 With More Heart Than The Biggest Tho.
Don't Let It Go We Stand Go And Let Triggers Go.
That's Yo Hoe Yea I Know Still Gotta Fuck Her Tho.
We All Balling Shit Feel Kinda Like The Rutgers Tho.
Close To A Deal But Sick I Had To Lose My Brother.
Tho Nindo All I Know Need Cheddar Tho.
Mills Voice Man The Pigs Wont Ever Let Em Go.
Life.
Leave Yo Bitch Ass On Ice.
Get Into It Broad Day You Be Dead By The Night.
Went To Sleep Woke Up To News Man Es Shit Don't Seem Right.
Touche Co I'm Off A Fo.
Juice Washing Down The Rice.
Buffs On Dark Tint I'm Just Dimming Down The Lights.
Bitches Bout That Fucking Life They Know What Them Hunnits Like.
I Can Do This In My Sleep This Shit Really Something Light.
Sorry Momma I Aint Right.
I'm Just Caught Up In The Life But A Bitch Get Out My Business I Aint Ask You.
Back The Fuck Up All These Bands Gave Me The Cash Flu.
Call Rose Tell Eht Nigga Bring Them Bags Through.
But You Wouldn't Know About That Tho You To Fragile.
Run Up On Some stupid Shit And Get The Mag 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 Playing So Had To Get The Bag Flew.
Chopping Down Bows Seen More Sticks Than A Bamboo.
Now I'm Going On Vacation Out In Can coon.
Just To Show You Broke Ass Niggas What Them Bands Do.
Them Bands Buying Bows And Bitches Bags.
Running Off With Mine I'm Sending Mone To Go Get His Ass.
Garbages Bags Filled With Cash Bitches Think Its Trash.
In The Hallways Grabbing Ass I Was Missing Class.
But The Streets Taught Me Well Always Keep My Scale.
Thinking Bout Dots We Was Just Riding His 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 Sale.
Hit The Stash Just Know A Nigga Making Bail.
But Bitch Get Out My Business I Aint Ask You.
Aye And Bitch Why You All In My Shit.
Matter Fact Thousand Pills Can You Stuff All Es Shit Aye.
Mean While The Hood Hot The Feds Sliding Down.
Nigga They'll Murk All Es Shit What You Talking Bout.
Last Dummy Slide Down Put His Chopper Down.
Nigga Touch Me Then We Coming At Yo Momma Now.
This Ain't A Fairy Tale We Got Em By The Larry Bells.
We Got em Coming Thru The Mail Bitch UPs Ringing Bells.
Aye Nigga What's The Problem.
Get Em Band Man Nigga I Got Em.
We Got The?
They Got The Spoiled Face.
Nigga I Know They Hate.
Nigga I Know I'm Great.
When Niggas Say They Kill They Just Really Acting.
Aye Boy Yo Ass Need Some Target Practice.
Boy Get Out Yo Feeling For You Get Blasted.
Bitch Get Out Yo Feelings I Aint Ask You.