ABM

I know nine hundred and sixty two reasons

Why you can't come up these

We condone in chipes, I know these sticks gon' sweep him off his feet

EST, the streets, they know we get money, and killin' beef

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

Geeski known to sever links, you with us or against us

Burning bridges, **** in the middle, get left in the riff a glizzy

With the switches, it take like four seconds to shoot fifty

And refresh, they ins', I hope they see me dead or goin' to prison

But I'm freshin' all my pictures, icy like December winter

Slidin' with my ****, we don't see our opps and drop the window

We gon' hop out, get 'em, doubt your fastest man out-runnin' semi

We in parties, trippin', please don't walk up askin' for no pictures

I turned up the city, all the killers wanna lock in with me

They see bop ins on spinners, see yo' big dog, yeah

Big bro pop them slows, and get on bullshit with his choppa

But we gon' 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 **** know they gamblin' with they life, comin' down poppin'

And I drop off that guala, make 'em come knock off yo' costa

And all y'all know who shot y'all, tell the opps pick up they partners

And A.I. with the stoppa, shootin' steady when you poppin'

It always been 'bout money, always been fuck all outsiders, yeah

H's opps keep gettin' hit with shots like it's they b-day

Surround myself with sharp-shooters who don't pass they teammates

The Al that wears Val, and act like you don't know where we stay

We act the back and Elay's tryna make sure you get cremated

I auction for them bodies, so far out I'm be wit' them hotties

I flew out to Cali, met a man with options of exotic

I'm silent and I'm solid, make most regals take a likin'

I'm war-ready like vikings, bringin' two-shots like we dykin'

Drivin' on the highway, is founds 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

Yeah, see the shiners, young **** who shoot, we used to rock it, yeah

Big bro pop them slows, and get on bullshit with his chopper

And we gon' shoot regardless, don't get caught out with yo' momma

And we still throw up Cs for Con Gang, home of the robbers

And **** know they gamblin' with they life, comin' down poppin'

And I drop off that guala, make 'em come knock off yo' costa

And all y'all know who shot y'all, tell the opps pick up they partners

And A.I. with the choppa shootin' steady when you poppin'

It always been 'bout money, always been fuck all outsiders