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Est Gee - Abm Lyrics

I know nine hundred and sixty two reasons
Why you can’t come up these
We condone in chipes I know these sticks gone sweep him off his feet
EST the streets they know we get money and killing beef
All my opps is rappers ain’t no shit they tryna kill a beat
** on several links you with us or against us
Burning bridges niggas in the middle get left in the riff a glizzy
With the switches it take like four seconds to shoot 50
And refresh they inside I hope they see me dead or going to prison
Refreshing all my pictures icy like December winter
Sliding with my niggas we don’t see our opps and drop the window
We gone hop out get em’ got yo fastest man now running semi
We in parties tripping please don’t walk up asking for no pictures
I turned up the city all the killers wanna lock in with me
They see bop ins in spinners see yo big dog **
Big bro pop them slows and get on bull shit with his choppa
We gone shoot regardless don’t get caught out with yo momma
And we still throw up C’s for Con Gang home of the robbers
And niggas know they gambling with they life coming down popping
And I drop off that guala make them come knock off yo custom
And all yall know who shot yall tell the opps pick up they partners
A.I with the choppa shooting steady when you popping
It always been bout money always been fuck all outsiders
Big bro pop them slows and get on bull shit with his choppa
We gone shoot regardless don’t get caught out with yo momma
And we still throw up C’s for Con Gang home of the robbers
And niggas know they gambling with they life coming down popping
And I drop off that guala make them come knock off yo custom
And all yall know who shot yall tell the opps pick up they partners
A.I with the choppa shooting steady when you popping
It always been bout money always been fuck all outsiders