Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song ABCGE, artist - Pooh Shiesty. Date of issue: 28.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
ABCGE |
| Heard yo' ho tryna slide |
| I gotta hit from the back, introduce my demon side |
| Know when a bitch with me she doin' some shit she never tried (She never tried) |
| Yeah, I been strapped since Trey Day died, it left me mesmerized (Brrt, brrt) |
| ABCGE, this how you start the alphabets, nigga |
| Scratch the serial off the Glock, we changed the alphabet, killer (Brrt) |
| How you talkin' like you tough, but you got buck for a pistol? |
| (How?) |
| And, nigga, you know it was us that put your man in the 'spital (Brrt, brrt) |
| Bitch, you fuckin' on the boss, I ain’t no Malc in the Middle (Nope) |
| Every time I was the suspect, you was always the victim (Nope) |
| If my shooter get too busy, then I might come and get you (Fo' sho') |
| Now they screaming RIP and guns and posting yo' pictures (Let's go) |
| If he did see GB CEO, come after a nigga (They gotta come and get me) |
| Chopper gang until I die, and even after that, nigga |
| Hundred shooters at my show, I filled the club up with killers (Brrt, brrt, |
| brrt) |
| ABCGE, them members broke the balcony, nigga |
| I signed a deal and flipped some P’s, now I got cake to play with (Now I got |
| cake to play with) |
| Ain’t no more Golden State, we knockin' shit out like the lightnin' |
| Been stuck with Shiesty in the Creek, I’m burnt up in the Haven |
| Went to my hood and copped 375 across the pavement (375 across the pavement) |
| Brr, bitch (Brr), now what they think we on? |
| I just sent some shots at what’s-her-name, now wait 'til Hank get home (Free |
| Hank) |
| Grape Street in my cup, sippin' the set, how many pints we on? |
| (Damn) |
| Pulled up on the block with disrespect, we had to blank on holme (Brrt, brrt) |
| ABCGE, this how you start the alphabets, nigga (Brrt) |
| Scratch the serial off the Glock, we changed the alphabet, killer (Brrt) |
| How you talkin' like you tough, but you got buck for a pistol? |
| (How?) |
| And, nigga, you know it was us that put your man in the 'spital (Brrt, brrt) |
| Bitch, you fuckin' on the boss, I ain’t no Malc in the Middle (Nope) |
| Every time I was the suspect, you was always the victim (Nope) |
| If my shooter get too busy, then I might come and get you (Fo' sho') |
| Now they screaming RIP and guns and posting yo' pictures |