ABCGE (feat. BIG30)

Jordan produced it
ABCGE, this how you start the alphabets, nigga
Scratch the serial off the Glock,
We changed the alphabet, killer (Brrt)
How you talkin like you tough,
But you got buck for a pistol? (Ow)
And, nigga, you know it was us
That put your man in the spital (Brrt, brrt)
*****, you * ***in on the boss,
I aint no Malc in the Middle (Nope)
Every time I was the suspect,
I wasnt never the victim (Nope)
And if my shooter get too busy
Im gon have to come get you (Fo sho)
Now they screaming RIP and guns
And posting yo pictures (Lets go)
They beefin on them social sites,
We dont get into that (That shit a scam)
They know Im gangster everywhere except the internet
(Anywhere but the Gram)
Im gon keep sendin shots every time I see a threat (Brrt)
Im a still zip that lil boy up,
I just aint seen him yet (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
*****, yeah, now what they talking bout? (Huh?)
We were twenty deep with twenty choppas outside Waffle House (Facts)
If you keep on hidin out we gon go visit mamas house (Facts)
Im somewhere in the trap
With 20K worth of dope in the couch ( Brrt, brrt)
Heard yo ho tryna slide
I gotta hit from the back, introduce my demon side
Know when a *****with me
She doin some shit she never tried ( She never tried)
Yeah, I been strapped since Trey Day died,
It left me mesmerized (Brrt, brrt)
ABCGE, this how you start the alphabets, nigga
Scratch the serial off the Glock,
We changed the alphabet, killer (Brrt)
How you talkin like you tough,
But you got buck for a pistol ? (How?)
And, nigga, you know it was us
That put your man in the spital (Brrt, brrt)
*****, you ****in on the boss ,
I aint no Malc in the Middle (Nope)
Every time I was the suspect,
You was always the victim (Nope)
If my shooter get too busy,
Then I might come and get you (Fo sho)
Now they screaming RIP and guns and posting yo pictures (Lets go)
If he did see GB CEO,
Come after a nigga (They gotta come and get me )
Chopper gang until I die, and even after that, nigga
Hundred shooters at my show,
I filled the club up with killers (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
ABCGE, them members broke the balcony, nigga
I signed a deal and flipped some Ps,
Now I got cake to play with (Now I got cake to play with)
Aint no more Golden State,
We knockin shit out like the lightnin
Been stuck with Shiesty in the Creek, Im burnt up in the Haven
Went to my hood
And copped 375 across the pavement (375 across the pavement)
Brr, ** *** (Brr), now what they think we on?
I just sent some shots at whats-her-name,
Now wait til Hank get home (Free Hank)
Grape Street in my cup , sippin the set,
How many pints we on? (Damn)
Pulled up on the block with disrespect,
We had to blank on holme (Brrt, brrt)
ABCGE, this how you start the alphabets, nigga (Brrt)
Scratch the serial off the Glock,
We changed the alphabet, killer (Brrt)
How you talkin like you tough,
But you got buck for a pistol? (How?)
And, nigga , you know it was us
That put your man in the spital (Brrt, brrt)
*****, you ****in on the boss,
I aint no Malc in the Middle (Nope)
Every time I was the suspect, you was always the victim (Nope)
If my shooter get too busy, then I might come and get you (Fo sho)
Now they screaming RIP and guns and posting yo pictures