ABM lyrics

[Intro]
(Kid Hazel, you killed this)
I can't be like y'all man, y'all too scared to f*cking — you scared to hit a lick, f*ck you talking 'bout

[Chorus]
Banana b*tch, monkey
They chopping it... money
They chopping sh*t, come for the money
You n*ggas be playing and we dumping
You pus*y, you know how we coming
You n*ggas be running, we boming
You n*ggas like hoes, you talking
Your b*tch wanna f*ck me for something
I'm all about cash, 'bout my money
I'm only gon grind 'bout my money
I'm all about hanging with killers
And all of my n*ggas got pistols
And all of your n*ggas, they pus*y
And all of my n*ggas, they real
And all of my n*ggas, they gangstas
And b*tch, we came from the field

[Verse 1]
Yeah, b*tch
Okay, I'm all about getting my money
I'm all about robbing you n*ggas
These n*ggas be talking like b*tches
I'm pulling up with the big stick
Know I'm gon' air that b*tch out
Know I'm gon' shoot this b*tch up
Know I'm gon' fire this sh*t up
Know I'm gon' swing on a n*gga
pus*y n*gga scared to fight
b*tch I'm all about the stripes, Slimeball on the stripe
I'll slap a n*gga out
You can get a trey-one
pus*y n*gga, it ain't nothin', scared, put down the gun
I'm a 90s baby, b*tch, all I know is fighting and shooting
Snatch a n*gga out the coupe, riding around, no roof
Hanging out the sunroof
Shooting foreign clips too
Y'all n*ggas ain't 'bout it
Yeah, b*tch, I'm the man
I'm the man in the 6
Better ask about the man
I get it for the low, call me Shawty Lo, damn near got your ho going low
She gonna suck Slimeball slow, real slow, I can love your ho
Y'all n*ggas better not play with me
You better cuff your ho 'cause I'll f*ck your ho
[Chorus]
Banana b*tch, monkey
They chopping it, money
They chopping sh*t, come for the money
You n*ggas be playing and we dumping
You pus*y, you know how we coming
You n*ggas be running, we boming
You n*ggas like hoes, you talking
Your b*tch wanna f*ck me for something
I'm all about cash, 'bout my money
I'm only gon grind 'bout my money
I'm all about hanging with killers
And all of my n*ggas got pistols
And all of your n*ggas, they pus*y
And all of my n*ggas, they real
And all of my n*ggas, they gangstas
And b*tch, we came from the field

[Verse 2]
I'm from the 5 with the middle finger, you can call that the 6
I'm from PDE, n*gga, you can call that the bricks
I'm 4L gang, you b*tch
And y'all can't bang this sh*t
I might gangbang your b*tch
You know we gang and sh*t
And I'm about shooting my choppa n*gga, Slimeball love his stick
And I'm about profit, getting money
I'm all about selling a brick
I'm all about tricking this sh*t
Trick a n*gga out his sh*t
Have a b*tch trick a trick
Slimeball type of sh*t
That's how n*ggas get tricked
Trying to f*ck with a b*tch
Yeah, y'all n*ggas some pussies
Y'all n*ggas some rats
And y'all n*ggas some wannabees
And I'ma get money, and I got these hoes
These b*tches, they come to me
Y'all n*ggas some frauds, y'all n*ggas some fakers
Y'all n*ggas wannabees
You wanna be Slimeball, but you pus*y n*gga, yeah, you under me
[Interlude]
Yeah, man, I just
Want y'all n*ggas to know that
If you don't like me, I don't give a f*ck 'cause
You a f*ck n*gga anyway, b*tch
f*ck you and everything you stand for
I'm 4L, b*tch, straight up, gang sh*t, pus*y
Slimeball
Slimeball, b*tch

[Chorus]
Banana b*tch, monkey
They chopping it, money
They chopping sh*t, come for the money
You n*ggas be playing and we dumping
You pus*y, you know how we coming
You n*ggas be running, we boming
You n*ggas like hoes, you talking
Your b*tch wanna f*ck me for something
I'm all about cash, 'bout my money
I'm only gon grind 'bout my money
I'm all about hanging with killers
And all of my n*ggas got pistols
And all of your n*ggas, they pus*y
And all of my n*ggas, they real
And all of my n*ggas, they gangstas
And b*tch, we came from the field