ABM Song Lyrics

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