Quando Rondo - ABG lyrics

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