ABM

Phew, phew, phew, phew I know bop heads on spinners, sent your big dog to the, yeah, yeah I know nine hundred and sixty two reasons why you can't come up East We condoning chipes, I know this stick gon' sweep him off his feet (FOREVEROLLING) EST the streets, they know we get money and kill that beef All my opps is rappers, ain't on shit, they tryna kill a beat Geeski known to sever links, you with us or against us? Burning bridges, niggas in the middle get left in the river Glizzy with the switches, it take like four seconds to shoot fifty They refresh they Insta', hope to see me dead or gone to prison But I'm fresh in all my pictures, icy like December winter Sliding with my niggas, we don't see our opps and drop the window We gon' hop out, get 'em, doubt your fastest man outrun this semi We in parties tripping, please don't walk up asking for no pictures I turned up the city, all the killers wanna lock in with me They see bop heads on spinners, sent your big dog to 'spital Big bro pop them slows and get on bullshit with his chopper And we gon' shoot regardless, don't get caught out with your mama And we still throw up Cs for Con Gang, home of the robbers And niggas know they gambling with they life coming down Poplar And I drop off that guala, make 'em come knock off your pasta And all y'all know who shot y'all, tell the opps pick up they partners And AR with the stocker, shoot it steady when you pop it It always been 'bout money, always been fuck all outsiders Anxious opps keep getting hit with shots like it's they B-Day Surround my self with sharpshooters who don't pass to they teammates The island where it's violent, act like you don't know where we stay We back to back in elays, tryna make sure you get cremated An auction for them bodies, so far, I done bid the highest I flew out to Cali, met a man with options of exotic I'm silent and I'm solid, make most 'migos take a liking We war ready like Vikings, banging two straps like we dykeing Driving on the highway, it's pounds of exotic by the tire Yo Gotti came and snatched me out the jungle with the lions It wasn't too hard to find me, look for the diamonds and choppers EST the shiners, young niggas who shoot, we Houston Rockets Big bro pop them slows and get on bullshit with his chopper And we gon' shoot regardless, don't get caught out with your mama And we still throw up Cs for Con Gang, home of the robbers And niggas know they gambling with they life coming down popping And I drop off that guala, make 'em come knock off your pasta And all y'all know who shot y'all, tell the opps pick up they partners And AR with the stocker, shoot it steady when you pop it It always been 'bout money, always been fuck all outsiders