Mane I'm on they ass
Like some back pockets
I swear I'm taking off like a rocket
Nah ion really do the fairytales
But my main bitch look like a Barbie
Get some shots going
We gone have a party
She gone off Bacardi
While I'm drinking mud
First nigga try me
He gone catch a slug
You know I keep it on me
F*ck you thought I was
I put this shit on my set
You come incorrect
You bound to get wet
Rubber band leave em stretched
Watch how you move like chess
Niggas fake they some pythons
They come and bite you in the back
These niggas pussies like cats
Kill em 9 times just for that
I write 1 song using 4 flows
I got 1 pole but f*cking 4 hoes
You know I'm going platinum
Mane f*ck gold
But either way it go I'm in the TOP 4
Ohhh (laughter)
These niggas hate when I brag
Louis belt when I sag
Gotta keep the orange rag
I wish a opp would ride pass
So I can pop em like a zan
Ima spray no tan
Hella drums like a band
3 k's we the Klan
And ima blow em like a fan
We ain't doing no playing
Comprehend what I'm saying
Bar for bar
I'm coming back bar for bar
Might drop the backend
On a Audemars
I swear it's my time today
F*ck tomorrow
Man a nigga want a foreign car
So at the red light ion even stop
All I see is green I'm on go
It's crazy I'm balling hard with a fro
We got smoke, But who want that Anna though?
Got banana clips
And we'll let em blow
Wet his ass up like banana boats
Got my cutter
I'll split yo cantaloupe Fr
I be posted in the field
I'm the king of the hill
Can't lack I got the steel
Like a thick bitch ima drill
Mane I'm headed to a Mill
And Ian even signed a deal
Top me you never will
So just tell me what it is
A lot these niggas
They bleed like hoes
And I just can't argue with em
Everything I say
They feeling some type of way
Starting to think that I bother niggas
Probably cause they bitches
Wanna party with me
But don't get it twisted
I'll catch a case
When I come around
Better fix ya face
Cause I'll light this bitch up
Independence Day
Bullets get to flying
Every which and way
Now yo family crying
Cause you in the grave
That's the last option
Ain't no other way
Them the consequences
When you f*ck with ARO
4nem on go
I promise you don't want smoke
My niggas solid like gold
Ice it got my neck froze
Hella cold North Pole
You boys soft like snow
I just had to let you know
Excuse me? Pardon me
This might seem harmful
But bruh you a bitch to me
You a grown man
Making post on a social site
Throwing shots tryna get to me
Aye you better watch
How you speak on me
I'll catch you witcha in the streets
And my nigga DMO
Tote a 100 rounds
But he'll hit a nigga with a 50 piece
This savage life shit fr
This thug life shit fr
I be posted in the field
Really Steppin what it is
Always got the steel
Quick to pop you like a pill
You already know the drill
Bitch it's ABK fr
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Mane I'm on they ass
Like some back pockets
I swear I'm taking off like a rocket
Nah ion really do the fairytales
But my main bitch look like a Barbie
Get some shots going
We gone have a party
She gone off Bacardi
While I'm drinking mud
First nigga try me
He gone catch a slug
You know I keep it on me
F*ck you thought I was
I put this shit on my set
You come incorrect
You bound to get wet
Rubber band leave em stretched
Watch how you move like chess
Niggas fake they some pythons
They come and bite you in the back
These niggas pussies like cats
Kill em 9 times just for that
I write 1 song using 4 flows
I got 1 pole but f*cking 4 hoes
You know I'm going platinum
Mane f*ck gold
But either way it go I'm in the TOP 4
Ohhh (laughter)
These niggas hate when I brag
Louis belt when I sag
Gotta keep the orange rag
I wish a opp would ride pass
So I can pop em like a zan
Ima spray no tan
Hella drums like a band
3 k's we the Klan
And ima blow em like a fan
We ain't doing no playing
Comprehend what I'm saying
Bar for bar
I'm coming back bar for bar
Might drop the backend
On a Audemars
I swear it's my time today
F*ck tomorrow
Man a nigga want a foreign car
So at the red light ion even stop
All I see is green I'm on go
It's crazy I'm balling hard with a fro
We got smoke, But who want that Anna though?
Got banana clips
And we'll let em blow
Wet his ass up like banana boats
Got my cutter
I'll split yo cantaloupe Fr
I be posted in the field
I'm the king of the hill
Can't lack I got the steel
Like a thick bitch ima drill
Mane I'm headed to a Mill
And Ian even signed a deal
Top me you never will
So just tell me what it is
A lot these niggas
They bleed like hoes
And I just can't argue with em
Everything I say
They feeling some type of way
Starting to think that I bother niggas
Probably cause they bitches
Wanna party with me
But don't get it twisted
I'll catch a case
When I come around
Better fix ya face
Cause I'll light this bitch up
Independence Day
Bullets get to flying
Every which and way
Now yo family crying
Cause you in the grave
That's the last option
Ain't no other way
Them the consequences
When you f*ck with ARO
4nem on go
I promise you don't want smoke
My niggas solid like gold
Ice it got my neck froze
Hella cold North Pole
You boys soft like snow
I just had to let you know
Excuse me? Pardon me
This might seem harmful
But bruh you a bitch to me
You a grown man
Making post on a social site
Throwing shots tryna get to me
Aye you better watch
How you speak on me
I'll catch you witcha in the streets
And my nigga DMO
Tote a 100 rounds
But he'll hit a nigga with a 50 piece
This savage life shit fr
This thug life shit fr
I be posted in the field
Really Steppin what it is
Always got the steel
Quick to pop you like a pill
You already know the drill
Bitch it's ABK fr
Like some back pockets
I swear I'm taking off like a rocket
Nah ion really do the fairytales
But my main bitch look like a Barbie
Get some shots going
We gone have a party
She gone off Bacardi
While I'm drinking mud
First nigga try me
He gone catch a slug
You know I keep it on me
F*ck you thought I was
I put this shit on my set
You come incorrect
You bound to get wet
Rubber band leave em stretched
Watch how you move like chess
Niggas fake they some pythons
They come and bite you in the back
These niggas pussies like cats
Kill em 9 times just for that
I write 1 song using 4 flows
I got 1 pole but f*cking 4 hoes
You know I'm going platinum
Mane f*ck gold
But either way it go I'm in the TOP 4
Ohhh (laughter)
These niggas hate when I brag
Louis belt when I sag
Gotta keep the orange rag
I wish a opp would ride pass
So I can pop em like a zan
Ima spray no tan
Hella drums like a band
3 k's we the Klan
And ima blow em like a fan
We ain't doing no playing
Comprehend what I'm saying
Bar for bar
I'm coming back bar for bar
Might drop the backend
On a Audemars
I swear it's my time today
F*ck tomorrow
Man a nigga want a foreign car
So at the red light ion even stop
All I see is green I'm on go
It's crazy I'm balling hard with a fro
We got smoke, But who want that Anna though?
Got banana clips
And we'll let em blow
Wet his ass up like banana boats
Got my cutter
I'll split yo cantaloupe Fr
I be posted in the field
I'm the king of the hill
Can't lack I got the steel
Like a thick bitch ima drill
Mane I'm headed to a Mill
And Ian even signed a deal
Top me you never will
So just tell me what it is
A lot these niggas
They bleed like hoes
And I just can't argue with em
Everything I say
They feeling some type of way
Starting to think that I bother niggas
Probably cause they bitches
Wanna party with me
But don't get it twisted
I'll catch a case
When I come around
Better fix ya face
Cause I'll light this bitch up
Independence Day
Bullets get to flying
Every which and way
Now yo family crying
Cause you in the grave
That's the last option
Ain't no other way
Them the consequences
When you f*ck with ARO
4nem on go
I promise you don't want smoke
My niggas solid like gold
Ice it got my neck froze
Hella cold North Pole
You boys soft like snow
I just had to let you know
Excuse me? Pardon me
This might seem harmful
But bruh you a bitch to me
You a grown man
Making post on a social site
Throwing shots tryna get to me
Aye you better watch
How you speak on me
I'll catch you witcha in the streets
And my nigga DMO
Tote a 100 rounds
But he'll hit a nigga with a 50 piece
This savage life shit fr
This thug life shit fr
I be posted in the field
Really Steppin what it is
Always got the steel
Quick to pop you like a pill
You already know the drill
Bitch it's ABK fr
Writer: Anthony Clark Jr.
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid