40's Out

[Chorus: Sir Abe]
Nigga's really think it's sweet but we got .40's out
And I pull up to your boy, fuck you talking bout?
And if that nigga talking shit then we gon' call him out
And if he really got a problem we gon' solve it out
Nigga's think it's sweet but we got .40's out
And I pull up to your boy, fuck you talking bout?
And if that nigga talking shit then we gon' call him out
And if that nigga got a problem we gon' solve it out

[Verse 1: Sir Abe]
All this lean up in my face, it got me faded now, uh
Nigga's think they gang but they can't hang with us, uh
If they really think they gang then we gon' bag em up, uh
And I hang around my Glock and I'm gon' aim it up, uh
Bitch I came with a motherfucking Glock now
I got your bitch and she hit up my hotline
I got some motherfucker route what you talkin' bout?
I got some racks and I'm gonna motherfuckin' dropout
I get the strap, she make it clap, I get the beam with the laser attached
They call me [?] cause I been making racks
[?]

[Verse 2: Last Hotboy]
Bitch ass nigga you know I got a .40
Nigga talk shit finna steal on yo shawty
Now lil nigga, ballin' like I'm Kobe
Now these nigga's mad they can't haunt me
Run up the block nigga get it again
Pussy nigga yeah nigga's they friends
Pull up 'lil nigga we drive through any bitch
Nigga make em ride with a Benz and shit
Got Lil Tay, nigga mad we gon' pull out the MAC
Nigga they stand how you gon' bounce back?
You nigga's is tired, they Glock's don't attach
Bitch I'm a guest in this bitch
Michael Jackson, I'm a bean in this shit
All of them nigga's gonna go ahead and quit
Cause we running this shit cause we gon' shoot out this shit
Go!

[Bridge: Sir Abe]
Niggas be talkin' about...
We do this shit
Ya'll really don't do this shit (Huh?, Huh?)
We-We be doin' this shit

[Verse 3: Tweakooo]
Huh?, Huh?, Huh?, Yeah
Claim you a nigga but still fighting females
Nigga's don't let any sticks in the emails
Choppa be loading said "Fuck nigga to hell"
All of these nigga's be hitting like who home?
Moshpit, moshpit, take me to yo moshpit
Hang around my .40 nigga pussy I'ma cock it
Rich bitch, rich bitch, fucking on a rich bitch
She just sucked my dick bitch and you gon' kiss kiss
Shout out to my bros, toning on this pole
I just fucked your bitch and then I passed her to the bros (Goddamn!)
I be counting all this money (Yeah!), I be acting funny (Okay!)
She gon' hop all on my dick like a motherfucking bunny

[Bridge: Sir Abe]
I be pouring 4's, yo bitch gon' blow
Yo bitch suck my dick like a motherfucking pole
Yo bitch pray to me just like a motherfucking pope
I pull out my Glock, that's all she fucking wrote

[Chorus: Sir Abe]
Nigga's really think it's sweet but we got .40's out
And I pull up to your boy, fuck you talking bout?
And if that nigga talking shit then we gon' call him out
And if that nigga got a problem we gon' solve it out
Nigga's really think it's sweet but we got .40's out
And I pull up to your boy, fuck you talking bout?
And if that nigga got a problem we gon' solve it out
And if that nigga talking shit then we gon' call him out

[Outro: Sir Abe]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They think it's sweet but we got .40's out
Nigga's really think it's sweet but we got .40's out
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh-huh