ABC

[Intro]
One time

[Verse: PG RA & Road Runna]
Ayy, for all these actin' ass niggas
I’m keepin' real, I ain't finna do no flaggin’ wit' ya
I keep the steel, you run up I'm gon' clap a nigga
And most of all, they know I'm 'bout that action, nigga
Ayy, free that nigga A$AP Rocky
Fuck all these peons walkin' 'round like they all cocky
And if you run up then you know them bodies droppin’
So don’t get done up 'cause you know that ain’t a problem
The biggest B but I got blues all in my pocket
Your bitch a freak for my whole crew, yeah, she gon' pop it
I'm in the league, I'm ballin’ hard, they tryna stop me
Bitches pocket watchin', they got me creepin' wit' my rocket
Bank head 'cause that bank stay in my head
She wanna fuck, I need my backend first instead
I know these niggas probably us youngins dead
Cause we done got way up ahead and I ain't repeatin' what I said
Let's skip to C but I'm 'bout cash so I'm gon' run it
I'm Krispy Kreme, collect my bag without no fumblin'
She slim petite, no waist, fat ass, ain't got no stomach
Retarded D inside her stomach turned her ass into a dummy
We on C, fuck we takin' off first class
We all in public, cuttin' up, showin' our ass
I'm geeked up swervin' off the road, I'm 'bout to crash
But you know I'm doin' the dash and I don't care 'bout paper tags
I love the E, you know I smoke exotic strains
She suck it up, we on the E-way 'bout to crash
Ain't wit' a F 'cause I don't give a fuck 'bout what you sayin'
Wit' all these racks inside my pants, I turn this bitch into a fan
You went to E, you know I love blowin' exquisite
You steady worried 'bout mine, worry 'bout your digits
Let's switch to F because my pockets full of chickens
And I know you finger lickin', run up wrong and that's your ending
These G-Star jeans, I spent a ticket on my britches
Act like a fiend, like how she grip it when she lick it
I'm hella clean, yeah, that's the H case I ain't mention
High as fuck, stuck in the ceiling
Got them hands, ain't got no feelings
It's green for life but, yeah, you niggas already know
Say I'm a genius but I ain't been on Genius before
Feel like a horse how I be rockin' all these loads
And if I wanted yo' lil' ho, I would've slid after the show
It wouldn't believe that Bossman still was independent
Wit' this rap shit, we the illest in the city
I really snapped, yeah, most of this just got it in me
If I start it, I'ma finish, play my part from the beginning
I, free all of the innocent
I really don't be up for all that friendly shit
And when I'm vibin', yeah, I get all on my jiggy shit
And I get fresh in every J, you know that swag legit
Go hit up Jet and tell him send some of that spiffy shit
The diamonds jumpin' out the jewelry make them bitches hit
I'm slangin' Ks, so PFK Ray Ray, long live the kid
I wish the jit was here, would've been outchea kickin' it
It's a PFK world that we livin' in
So it's fuck you and then fuck just how yo' feelings is
I throw up L, so you know just how I'm feelin', nigga
Long live O-Dog, yeah, you know I fuckin' miss you nigga
I smoke straight out the LB
Yeah, this loud, I know you smell me
The paper good, yeah, we the money team
It's more money out to make, don't do no date, can you just suck it please
We leave the scene gassed up, musty
I like my money neat, don't think about none of that touchin'
We on the block, tryna run it up from nothin'
And fuck the cops, they always on our nuts for somethin'
I don't want no friends 'cause I don't fuck wit' new niggas
This stick like a reporter, put you on the news, nigga
Was servin' O's while I was still in school, nigga
Ask my teachers, I was reakin' through the classroom, nigga
This off the top, I'll pop me a opp
That money ain't never gon' stop
Them bags just keep gettin' dropped
Yeah, you know that pussy gon' pop
But I don't need it, that shit don't P
I need that face and then I'm leavin'
Don't play wit' P, that bitch a demon
Smoke you Ps to sleep, I'm geekin'
Quake your shit like I'm Katrina
Keep your blunts, boy, I don't need 'em
And you can't fuck with lil' QG, yeah, that me
Good gat put her straight to sleep
She suck then she left no lead
Then she gon' wash all of my sheets
I know she ready
Yeah, come here, fuck her steady
Close range, I ain't gon' do no flexin'
You gon' get hit with this weapon
Grammy shit, I got 'em beggin'
Big boy Glock, no Smith & Wesson
Stop and pop like JJ Redick
Knock your shit we shootin' steady
We fell in love with sticks so don't get hit
I'm tryna ice out all my shit while you still worryin' about that bitch
You put your trust in her, yeah, you still lovin' her
But you know that I'm fuckin' her
Big dog, I'm like a Tonka truck, uh, you niggas run her up
I pull up in somethin' tough, I ain't finna talk or fuss
These diamonds hittin' uppercut, big dick, I stick it up her gut
These niggas really under us, that's why they try to come for us
This can get real ugly so boy don't fuck wit' me
This shit sting like a bumblebee
These niggas can't catch up wit' me
You know I want that victory
Me and PG history
She say, "Your voice, it get to me"
I like when she start lickin' me
I'll put her up, no Christmas tree
She wet as fuck, it's slippery
Can't ask us off the list, we on our shit, guess it was meant to be
I fucked her 'til like yesterday
Dick knocked her out, she catch a Z
She act just like her zodiac
This beat I need to let it sleep