ABG (Explicit)

ABG (Explicit) - Quando Rondo

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 n**ga 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 n**ga

Leeky told me if you love your n**ga love him to the fullest

Don't put your trust up in these b**ches 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 n**gas 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 puttin' in them songs

I'm ridin' for my n**gas I told 'em that's right or wrong

Ray Bans this sh*t just don't seem right

All my n**gas 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 n**ga we gon' slide on 'em

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

Quit all that flexin' n**ga know he ain't with it

Catch his a*s down bad I send one to his fitted

N**ga ABG anybody can get it

N**ga ABG anybody can get it yeah

Quit all that flexin' n**ga know he ain't ridin'

N**ga 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 but 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 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 n**ga we gon' slide on 'em

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

Stop all that flexin' n**ga know he ain't with it

Catch his a*s down bad I send one to his fitted

N**ga ABG anybody can get it

N**ga ABG anybody can get it yeah

Stop all that flexin' n**ga know he ain't ridin'

N**ga 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 n**ga pass out

Internet thuggin' ain't gon' do sh*t 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 n**ga 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

Pop 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

B**ch I'm uppin' with two different Glocks yeah

B**ch I'm uppin' with two different Glocks grrah

Stop all that flexin' n**ga know he ain't with it

Catch his a*s down bad I send one to his fitted

N**ga ABG anybody can get it

N**ga ABG anybody can get it yeah

Stop all that flexin' n**ga know he ain't ridin'

N**ga say he in the streets but I know that he lyin'

Glock-21 I'ma up seventeen times