ABG
(专辑: Life B4 Fame - 2018)
Through the
cut, with Pabb, we gon' bang on 'em Leeky in the
backseat with that chopper, we gon' swang on 'em And all my drawers be Ralph Lauren Twenty-three shots to his car, Michael Jordan Brrt, bah bah bah Mmh, mmh, mmh This be the
fast nigga, gang My gang or no gang, yeah Tell me what's the
problem, we can handle that Hit up Pabb or Leeky and I
guarantee they cancel that Hah, I
guarantee they cancel that Quando Rondo nigga Leeky told me if you love your nigga love him to the
fullest Don't put your trust up in these bitches, put 'em in the
bullets I
told my brother Light that this that life before fame I
could do a
hundred years and I
still won't change These other niggas in the
streets, they just tryna make a
name He don't want that beef with me 'cause I'ma hit him with the
flames Murder on my mind, he must not heard my last song I
was locked up in that cell, Re had twenty-three a
song He ain't 'bout that lifestyle that he putting in them songs I'm riding for my niggas, I
told 'em that's right or wrong Ray Bans, this shit just don't seem right All my niggas chase bands, we upping at the
green light Tell me what it be and we gon' slide on 'em Hop out on that street and put that fire on 'em We gon' ride on 'em, nigga we gon' slide on 'em Leeky in the
backseat and he got that big four-five on him Quit all that flexing, nigga know he ain't with it Catch his ass down bad, I
send one to his fitted Nigga ABG, anybody can get it Nigga ABG, anybody can get it, yeah Quit all that flexing, nigga know he ain't riding Nigga say he in the
streets but I
know that he lying Glock-21, I'ma up seventeen times Glock-21, I'ma up seventeen times, yeah I
made it off my block, I
feel I
graduated I
just got a
pistol for Christmas, but don't get decorated Never sober, always faded, feeling that I'm overrated Mama told me just like this, you know you were born to be hated Instagram thugging, that's gon' make me pull up Hollow tips filled to the
tip, yeah my clip filled up Pressure hit, I'ma roll this kush up Sixty gang crip and I'ma throw that neighborhood up, yeah He say got them bands, well we got them racks too Thirty in my glizzy, my clip longer than a
Shaq shoe You exposed 'cause your bro, he a
rat too If I
swang your avenue I'ma slide cross them tracks too Tell me what it be and we gon' slide on 'em Hop out on that street and put that fire on 'em We gon' ride on 'em, nigga we gon' slide on 'em Leeky in the
backseat and he got that big four five on him Stop all that flexing, nigga know he ain't with it Catch his ass down bad, I
send one to his fitted Nigga ABG, anybody can get it Nigga ABG, anybody can get it, yeah Stop all that flexing, nigga know he ain't riding Nigga say he in the
streets but I
know that he lying Glock-21, I'ma up seventeen times Glock-21, I'ma up seventeen times, yeah Yop another bean, I'm finna crash out I'ma sip this lean until it make a
nigga pass out Internet thugging ain't gon' do shit but make me spazz out I
can get your gang gang gone if we cash out My whole campaign strong like a
bag of loud Once that beef on, pussy nigga ain't no backing out On your street, we gon' creep with that ratchet out On your street, we gon' creep with that ratchet out One in the
head, leave you dead by the
stop sign Pop out the
window with extendos then this Glock nine High speed chase, running from two different cars Beefing with two different sides, swanging on two different blocks Aiming at two different guys, upping with two different Glocks Bitch I'm upping with two different Glocks, yeah Bitch I'm upping with two different Glocks, grrah Stop all that flexing, nigga know he ain't with it Catch his ass down bad, I
send one to his fitted Nigga ABG, anybody can get it Nigga ABG, anybody can get it, yeah Stop all that flexing, nigga know he ain't riding Nigga say he in the
streets but I
know that he lying Glock-21, I'ma up seventeen times Glock-21, I'ma up seventeen times, yeah