AB6 THE GANG (feat. 1nonly)

(Here's the plan, get your finger up in the air)

(Get your finger up in the air, get your finger up in the air)

Yo, bread, bread with my day ones

I gotta get back in my groove

Rather slumpin' back in my shoes

Dust off my crown and boots

I'm back on the ground with my troops

Fuck the fame, just give me the loot

Life is pain and so full of rain

These days the sun not shinin' through

I'm lookin' up at my ceiling fan

Countin' the blades, spinnin' around the clock

'Cause I've arrived in my face

My Glock will always decide my fate

I'm mention, I'm on a mission

Got my enemies in my vision

Got my weapon and that's your brain

Better to stain them hoes from a distance

Listen, I gotta get with some bitches

Turn your ho to a video vixen

Pussy boy, you sweet like lipstick

Broke boy by definition

Get off your ass and get some bread

Toss sideways and end up dead

Fill your body up with lead

Redrum, redrum, opposites the game

Got that laser pointed at your brain

Don't do this shit for fame

Pop a .40, fuck up all these vaulties

Opposites the game

Got that laser pointed at your brain

Don't do this shit for fame

Pop a .40, fuck up all these lames

Got that laser pointed at your brain

Don't do this shit for fame

Pop a .40, fuck up all these lames

Opposites the game

Got that laser pointed at your brain

Don't do this shit for fame

Pop a .40, fuck up all these lames

Got that laser pointed at your brain

Don't do this shit for fame

Got that laser pointed at your brain

Don't do this shit for fame

'Cause opposites the game

Keepin' my circle, died on forward lanes

Open up 80, quiz the bitch how many

Smokin' it to the face, it's us

Seven on one, had to get back to the crib and count 'em

Had to get back to the six, get bucks

Steppin' off race, now I'm eight foot one

Where you trippin'?

Say what comes around, comes right back

702 LV my bag

Got six figures walkin' to the building, get racks

Five boys snuggled, four busy off track

Two, two, threes, now I'm a round man

One big drink and my books on the mat

Dead man walkin' with a blade in the mask

No soul, but I do it so I'm blinkin' in the pan like, uh, yeah

Throw that bone, this my time, this that, uh

Leave me alone, this that fire, let it bang

I get that chrome, leavin' my home to that stage

And beside trippin', I got oppas, it's the game