ABM Lyrics

I know nine hundred and sixty two reasons

Why you can't come up these

We condone in chipes I know these sticks gone sweep him off his feet

EST the streets they know we get money and killing beef

All my opps is rappers ain't no shit they tryna kill a beat

** on several links you with us or against us

Burning bridges niggas in the middle get left in the riff a glizzy

With the switches it take like four seconds to shoot 50

And refresh they inside I hope they see me dead or going to prison

Refreshing all my pictures icy like December winter

Sliding with my niggas we don't see our opps and drop the window

We gone hop out get em' got yo fastest man now running 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 ins in spinners see yo big dog **

Big bro pop them slows and get on bull shit with his choppa

We gone shoot regardless don't get caught out with yo momma

And we still throw up C's 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 them come knock off yo custom

And all yall know who shot yall tell the opps pick up they partners

A.I with the choppa shooting steady when you popping

It always been bout money always been fuck all outsiders

Big bro pop them slows and get on bull shit with his choppa

We gone shoot regardless don't get caught out with yo momma

And we still throw up C's 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 them come knock off yo custom

And all yall know who shot yall tell the opps pick up they partners

A.I with the choppa shooting steady when you popping

It always been bout money always been fuck all outsiders