40s Out by $ir Abe Lyrics
[Chorus: $ir Abe]
N****'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 n**** talking shit then we gon' call him out
And if that n**** got a problem we gon' solve it out
N****'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 n**** talking shit then we gon' call him out
And if that n**** got a problem we gon' solve it out
[Verse 1: $ir Abe]
All this [?] up in my face got me faded now
N****'s think they gang but they can't hang with us
If they really think they gang then we gon' bag em up
And I hang around my Glock and I'm gon' aim it up
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 attach
They call me [?] cause I been making racks
[?]
[Verse 2: Last Hotboy]
Bitch ass n**** you know I got a .40
N**** talk shit finna steal on yo shawty
Now lil n**** [?] like I'm Kobe
Now these n****'s mad they can't haunt me
Run up the block n**** get it again
Pussy n**** yeah n****'s they friends
Pull up lil n**** we drive through any bitch
N**** make em ride with a Benz and shit
Got Lil Tay, n**** mad we gon' pull out the MAC
N**** they stand how you gon' bounce back?
You n****'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 n****'s gonna go ahead and quit
Cause we running this shit cause we gon' shoot out this shit
Go!
[Bridge: $ir Abe]
N****'s 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: Elthegr8test]
Huh?, Huh?, Huh?, Yeah
Claim you a n**** but still fighting females
N****'s don't let any sticks in the emails
Choppa be loading said "Fuck n**** two hell"
All of these n****'s be hitting like who home?
Moshpit, moshpit, take me to yo moshpit
Hang around my .40 n**** 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 back her to the bros (Goddamn!)
I be counting all this money, I be acting funny
She go all on my dick like a motherfucking bunny
[Bridge: $ir Abe]
I be pouring 4's, yo bitch gon' blow
Yo bitch suck my dick like a motherfucking pole
Yo bitch praying to me just like a motherfucking pope
I pull out my Glock that's all she fucking rode
[Chorus: $ir Abe]
N****'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 n**** got a problem we gon' solve it out
And if that n**** talking shit then we gon' call him out
[Outro: $ir Abe]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They think it's sweet but we got .40's out
N****'s really think it's sweet but we got .40's out
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh-huh
N****'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 n**** talking shit then we gon' call him out
And if that n**** got a problem we gon' solve it out
N****'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 n**** talking shit then we gon' call him out
And if that n**** got a problem we gon' solve it out
[Verse 1: $ir Abe]
All this [?] up in my face got me faded now
N****'s think they gang but they can't hang with us
If they really think they gang then we gon' bag em up
And I hang around my Glock and I'm gon' aim it up
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 attach
They call me [?] cause I been making racks
[?]
[Verse 2: Last Hotboy]
Bitch ass n**** you know I got a .40
N**** talk shit finna steal on yo shawty
Now lil n**** [?] like I'm Kobe
Now these n****'s mad they can't haunt me
Run up the block n**** get it again
Pussy n**** yeah n****'s they friends
Pull up lil n**** we drive through any bitch
N**** make em ride with a Benz and shit
Got Lil Tay, n**** mad we gon' pull out the MAC
N**** they stand how you gon' bounce back?
You n****'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 n****'s gonna go ahead and quit
Cause we running this shit cause we gon' shoot out this shit
Go!
[Bridge: $ir Abe]
N****'s 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: Elthegr8test]
Huh?, Huh?, Huh?, Yeah
Claim you a n**** but still fighting females
N****'s don't let any sticks in the emails
Choppa be loading said "Fuck n**** two hell"
All of these n****'s be hitting like who home?
Moshpit, moshpit, take me to yo moshpit
Hang around my .40 n**** 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 back her to the bros (Goddamn!)
I be counting all this money, I be acting funny
She go all on my dick like a motherfucking bunny
[Bridge: $ir Abe]
I be pouring 4's, yo bitch gon' blow
Yo bitch suck my dick like a motherfucking pole
Yo bitch praying to me just like a motherfucking pope
I pull out my Glock that's all she fucking rode
[Chorus: $ir Abe]
N****'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 n**** got a problem we gon' solve it out
And if that n**** talking shit then we gon' call him out
[Outro: $ir Abe]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They think it's sweet but we got .40's out
N****'s really think it's sweet but we got .40's out
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh-huh