ABG

作曲 : Christopher Pickett/Tyquian Bowman

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

Speak them facts b***h, 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 b***h

Leeky told me if you love your nigga love him to the fullest

Don't put your trust up in these b*****s, 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, you must ain'y heard my last song

I was locked up in that cell, written twenty-three a song

He ain't 'bout that lifestyle that he puttin' in them songs

I'm ridin' 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 uppin' 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, b***h we gon' slide on 'em

Leeky in the backseat and he got that big four-five on him

Quit all that flexin', nigga know he ain't with it

Catch his ass down bad, I send one to his fitted

**** ABG, anybody can get it

**** ABG, anybody can get it, yeah

Quit all that flexin', nigga know he ain't ridin'

Nigga say he in the streets but I know that he lyin'

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, boy don't get decorated

Never sober, always faded, feelin' that I'm overrated

Mama told me just like this, you know you were born to be hated

Instagram thuggin', 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 crippin'

I'ma throw that neighborhood up, yeah

He say he 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, b***h we gon' slide on 'em

Leeky in the backseat and he got that big four five on him

Stop all that flexin', nigga know he ain't with it

Catch his ass down bad, I send one to his fitted

**** ABG, anybody can get it

**** ABG, anybody can get it, yeah

Stop all that flexin', nigga know he ain't ridin'

Nigga say he in the streets but I know that he lyin'

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 thuggin' 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, nigga ain't no backin' 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

Pabb out the window with extendos then this Glock nine

High speed chase, runnin' from two different cars

Beefin' with two different sides, swangin' on two different blocks

Aimin' at two different guys, uppin' with two different Glocks

**** I'm uppin' with two different Glocks, yeah

**** I'm uppin' with two different Glocks, grrah

Stop all that flexin', nigga know he ain't with it

Catch his ass down bad, I send one to his fitted

**** ABG, anybody can get it

**** ABG, anybody can get it, yeah

Stop all that flexin', nigga know he ain't ridin'

Nigga say he in the streets but I know that he lyin'

Glock-21, I'ma up seventeen times

Glock-21, I'ma up seventeen times, yeah