Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song ABG , by - Quando Rondo. Song from the album Life B4 Fame, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 28.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
ABG |
| Through the cut, with Pab', we gon' bang on 'em |
| Leaky 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 |
| Speak them facts, nigga, gang |
| My gang or no gang, yeah |
| Tell me what’s the problem? |
| We can handle that |
| Hit up Pab' and Leaky and I guarantee they cancel that |
| Hah, I guarantee they cancel that |
| Quando Rondo, nigga |
| Leaky told me if you love your nigga, love him to the fullest |
| Don’t put your trust up in these bitches, 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 niggas 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, you must ain’t heard my last song |
| I was locked up in that cell, readin' 23 of Psalms |
| He ain’t 'bout that lifestyle that he puttin' in them songs |
| I’m ridin' for my niggas, I told 'em that’s right or wrong |
| Ray Bans, this shit just don’t seem right |
| All my niggas chase bands, we uppin' at the green light |
| Tell me what it be and we gon' slide on 'em |
| Hop out on they street and put that fire on 'em |
| We gon' ride on 'em, nigga we gon' slide on 'em |
| Leaky in the backseat and he got that big four-five on him |
| Quit all that flexin', nigga know he ain’t with it |
| Catch his ass down bad, I send one to his fitted |
| Nigga, ABG, anybody can get it |
| Nigga, ABG, anybody can get it, yeah |
| Quit all that flexin', nigga know he ain’t ridin' |
| Nigga 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, boy, 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 |
| 60 Gang crippin', 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 bros, 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 they street and put that fire on 'em |
| We gon' ride on 'em, nigga we gon' slide on 'em |
| Leaky in the backseat and he got that big four-five on him |
| Stop all that flexin', nigga know he ain’t with it |
| Catch his ass down bad and I send one to his fitted |
| Nigga, ABG, anybody can get it |
| Nigga, ABG, anybody can get it, yeah |
| Stop all that flexin', nigga know he ain’t ridin' |
| Nigga 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 nigga pass out |
| Internet thuggin' ain’t gon' do shit 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 nigga, 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 him dead by the stop sign |
| Pab' out the window with extendos then it’s Glock-9 |
| 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 |
| Bitch, I’m uppin' with two different Glocks, yeah |
| Bitch, I’m uppin' with two different Glocks, grrah |
| Stop all that flexin', nigga know he ain’t with it |
| Catch his ass down bad and I send one to his fitted |
| Nigga, ABG, anybody can get it |
| Nigga, ABG, anybody can get it, yeah |
| Stop all that flexin', nigga know he ain’t ridin' |
| Nigga 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 |