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