ABN Flow, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Grew up round violence so i got accustom

If i can't get you I'm killing yo brother

Had to fall back cause they sour like mustard

Ran his ass down he was screaming like usher

Niggas be foul like a flagrant

It's gone get bloody like Freddy and

Jason cause I'm outta patience

She loving my fragrance

Told all her friends how she wanting my baby man that shit was crazy

Forever fuck a nigga dead nigga iont like

You gone get smoked if you think we gone fight

You gone get boxed if you think we gone box

Shit done got gangster his bitch gave the drop

Can't around if you fuck wit the opps

I know some killas who told they gone die

Shoot up the funeral then laugh when they cry

On my dead brother bitch why would i lie

Fucked on his bitch and she swallowed my kids

Broke that bitch down like ah gram of the raw

Gangster lil bitch wit no feelings at all

Keep it 100 i broke that bitch jaw she wink she gone fuck

Run to the money like i missed the bus but that still ain't enough

Knock em off proper

Black 38 it's gone catch all the shells so i got my revolver

Mike grab the chopper

I came from nothing so jail so was excepted

Had to earn stripes and respect like a reverend

Roll up that blunt i been smoking since 7

Been getting money my whole family legends

Popping my shit i ain trippin bout static

Said what i said smoke em all like a addict

Knew what it was when they said send a addy

Now they feel bad cause they missing they daddy

Popping my shit if you do then it's tragic

Unload this bitch until you Ina casket

Call up AD you know bra he a savage

Let's spin a bin heard them niggas outside

Pop out the cut we gone creep ona side

Killing whoever they all gotta die

They mama they kids leave no one alive

Killing you niggas is on my agenda

I ran up 20 last month of the winter

I used a hammer don't fuck wit no blender

Leave yo ass cold like the month of December

She said Fuck nigel she know ima skin her

I fuck wit killas who stamped and approved

Thought he was slick now his ass ona news

His nigga was rappin now he wit em too

Just mind yo business before you get it too

Tryna run it up outer space like the jetsons

Robbers and killers get made in my section

So i keep a weapon they know i be steppin'

100 Round drum ain't no need for no stephin'

Love em death you know Rique that's my brother

You know firsthand that i put niggas under

Fuck all you niggas I'm standing on that

Time to turn up put some holes in they hats

Fresh outta prison them rules in effect

They say ima dog but i don't need a vet

Mo money mo problems well bring me the pain

I know the feeling walking in tunnels in chains walking in tunnels in chains

Cookie in green i feel yo pain

I also kno it get wet when it rain but i can't complain

Wanna be something like chapo

Flooding most states wit them kilos

Nah I'm just playing

Pussy got filled wit them hollows

We sending hits like it's Pablo

Women that's dancing

Girl get yo money

You a lil hustler turned nothing to something

Most women be bugging

Not bout a check

They credit fucked and they stuck on they ex

Lil Duke not the rest

I can't be fooled by no sex

I can't be down like the rest

God knows best he see i keep failing his test

I told em i back on they necks

Man ay talk to em Duke

Fuck all the opps

Fuck all the opps

Fuck all the opps

Fuck all the opps

Fuck ya dead brother

Fuck ya dead sister

Fuck ya dead cousin bitch fuck all the opps

Fuck all the opps

Fuck all the opps

Yea

Yea

Fuck all the opps

Haha yea

Bitch abn nigga im forever fuck a nigga dead nigga iont like bitch

You know what time it is nigga

You know it

Bitch what you say

Say it agin

Fuck ya dead brother

Fuck ya dead brother

Fuck ya dead brother

Bitch fuck all the opps

Fuck ya dead sister

Fuck ya dead granny

Fuck ya dead

Fuck ya dead uncle bitch fuck all the opps

Damn fuck all them dead bitches

Yea

Yall niggas kno what time it is

Say fuck my dead people I'm skinning you bitch

You know it

What you say

Fuck all the

Yea

Fuck all the opps

Damn

Damn

Damn