361 Youngins - Abiball songtext (lyrics)
[361 Youngins - Abiball songtext lyrics]
Ey, Pasha, yeah
Ich hatte nie einen Abiball
Homicides, Bruder – Mashkal
Sechs-eins ist wie Compton
Kleine Kinder geben Bomben
Mehringdamm, Checkpoint Charlie
Strapped Playboys, so wie Carti
Trag' rote Carti-Silberringe und nehmen
Dein'n Schmuck mit am Ende der Party
Alle meine Gs kafa
Auf ihrem Handy steht "Pasha"
Trappe, in einer Hand Wasser
In ander'n Hand Schmuck von dei'm Baba
Bin jeden Tag draußen mit RB
Muss dreißig abpacken
Nur West-Berlin-Gs, keine Hypebeast-Kanacken
Für deine Scheiße hab' ich keine Zeit
Deine Bennet macht die Beine breit
Two ropes with my nig, you heard me
Stay in my lane, young nigga, I earned it
Too many tricks, stay thirsty, ah god damn
We don't care what the motherfucking word is
Chopsticks with Cano on a curfew
I do not know about this
All I know, that we won't miss
I'm trynna fit me the duffle with bricks
I'm with the gang, yeah, we mo'fucking lit
I made a hundred like just by finesse
Roll me a blunt, that chick, she wet
I put that jib to the test
Pull up, pop out of the cap
Murder, suicide, you obey
Bouncing out, been in that cap
Young nigga, I'm out
OthreeO, Ajay kafa wavey gang (Brr)
A baby with swag (Cash)
Go hard when I'm on attack (Skrrt)
You I'm turning my back (Turning my back)
Issa vibe, twenty-nineteen
But we ain't missin out on green
(No, no, no) it's friday, call the team
Gang drip is always clean (Is always clean)
Follow (Must follow
And you must note, that we down
Pull up and put on a crown
Always the nigga who down
Flexing, we never go frown (No, no, no)
Ladys gon check on the drip
Asking where we got the shit
Live in Berlin 'cause it's lit
Passing the gin, taking sipps
Gim gonna master a hit, we make it his
Woah, woah, woah, wo woah
Ajay, pass me a hit, though bro, smoke
Don't be a bitch and my homies know the flow
Homies know the flow
It's Pasha, Joje, Ajay on the go
We on the go
Ich hatte nie einen Abiball
Homicides, Bruder – Mashkal
Sechs-eins ist wie Compton
Kleine Kinder geben Bomben
Mehringdamm, Checkpoint Charlie
Strapped Playboys, so wie Carti
Trag' rote Carti-Silberringe und nehmen
Dein'n Schmuck mit am Ende der Party
Alle meine Gs kafa
Auf ihrem Handy steht "Pasha"
Trappe, in einer Hand Wasser
In ander'n Hand Schmuck von dei'm Baba
Bin jeden Tag draußen mit RB
Muss dreißig abpacken
Nur West-Berlin-Gs, keine Hypebeast-Kanacken
Für deine Scheiße hab' ich keine Zeit
Deine Bennet macht die Beine breit
Two ropes with my nig, you heard me
Stay in my lane, young nigga, I earned it
Too many tricks, stay thirsty, ah god damn
We don't care what the motherfucking word is
Chopsticks with Cano on a curfew
I do not know about this
All I know, that we won't miss
I'm trynna fit me the duffle with bricks
I'm with the gang, yeah, we mo'fucking lit
I made a hundred like just by finesse
Roll me a blunt, that chick, she wet
I put that jib to the test
Pull up, pop out of the cap
Murder, suicide, you obey
Bouncing out, been in that cap
Young nigga, I'm out
OthreeO, Ajay kafa wavey gang (Brr)
A baby with swag (Cash)
Go hard when I'm on attack (Skrrt)
You I'm turning my back (Turning my back)
Issa vibe, twenty-nineteen
But we ain't missin out on green
(No, no, no) it's friday, call the team
Gang drip is always clean (Is always clean)
Follow (Must follow
And you must note, that we down
Pull up and put on a crown
Always the nigga who down
Flexing, we never go frown (No, no, no)
Ladys gon check on the drip
Asking where we got the shit
Live in Berlin 'cause it's lit
Passing the gin, taking sipps
Gim gonna master a hit, we make it his
Woah, woah, woah, wo woah
Ajay, pass me a hit, though bro, smoke
Don't be a bitch and my homies know the flow
Homies know the flow
It's Pasha, Joje, Ajay on the go
We on the go