AB Lyrics

I know that they hate me

They not in the field they walk off like AB

No they can't play me

I got blueprint in new york like I'm jay-z

Fuck you pay me

Got one in da head and it don't got no safety

Send him to grady

I keep a heater so turn up da AC

She ride kawasaki

All of my niggas we stay with a stick like it's hockey

I'm inn love w her body

I like when she nice but I love when she naughty

Yea let's hop in the rari

Don't play bout my money kapish do you copy

Get the cash thats my hobby

Might turn to Oj chop your ass up hibachi

Ion play no games

I'm tryna put that lil boy face up right on a hanes

I see you maxed out through my cariter frames

Might buss down a rollie or might keep it plain

Fuck that shit ain't reason to reminisce

Get shot quick if you come on my premises

Nigga you know dat we are some menaces

Called up savy and told him come finish it

You don't want war with me

I pay off them niggas a hundred a piece

Just know I come from streets

I chop down the brick and and get 30 a kilo

Your bitch got a deep throat

We step in the room and they call us a cheat code

I call up lil chico when we run outta weed and I tell him bring more

He said that he need more

Time to go hit a lick

Time to hit repos

I'm taking what you own

I'll run in your home and go get me a new phone

One day i'll hold up my wrist in the air, and tell you da patek is two tone

Look at my drip when they say it ain't fair

I think that I found me a loophole

I put this shit on for real

You can see this shit in my step

I been ballin ion need a ref

Fill the fuji water up with syrup

Big Zaria got me geeked up

I been stepping on niggas for real

Count a 20 up in the living room

I done gave these lil mother fucking chills

They say my blood line worth the mills

Need 'em all up in the hills

I put a lil ice on my sister fuck is you saying lil nigga

Niggas talk shit these niggas got issues fuck is you saying lil nigga

Nigga want smoke and I'm upping the fye and sending da klan lil nigga