ABCGE (feat. BIG30)

Jordan produced it Chorus: Pooh Shiesty 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 Bitch, you fuckin' on the boss, I ain't no Malc' in the Middle Nope Every time I was the suspect, I wasn't never the victim Nope And if my shooter get too busy I'm gon' have to come get you Fo' sho' Now they screaming RIP and guns and posting yo' pictures Let's go Verse 1: Pooh Shiesty They beefin' on them social sites, we don't get into that That shit a scam They know I'm gangster everywhere except the internet Anywhere but the 'Gram I'm gon' keep sendin' shots every time I see a threat Brrt I'm a still zip that lil' boy up, I just ain't seen him yet Brrt, brrt, brrt Bitch, 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 mama's house Facts I'm 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 bitch 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 Chorus: Pooh Shiesty 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 Bitch, you fuckin' on the boss, I ain't 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 Let's go Verse 2: BIG30 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 P's, now I got cake to play with Now I got cake to play with Ain't no more Golden State, we knockin' shit out like the lightnin' Been stuck with Shiesty in the Creek, I'm burnt up in the Haven Went to my hood and copped 375 across the pavement 375 across the pavement Brr, bitch Brr, now what they think we on I just sent some shots at what's-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 Chorus: Pooh Shiesty 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 Bitch, you fuckin' on the boss, I ain't 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