Intro Songtext
von ABG Neal

Huh, right
Gangster
RubiRosa
I′m a blood now, huh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
A Lau on the beat
Yeah


If he play then we going viral (Gang)
We spin through his block, spiral (Huh)
Nigga, I ain't the one to lie to (Nah)
You with your mans then he die too (What)
We gonna shoot up his Nissan (Yeah)
I′m with whatever that he's on (Facts)
In the field my gun showing
I told that bitch she ain't done blowing (Huh)
My chains like the sun, glowing
I told my youngin have fun, smoke him (Bitch)
Beat a rapper and put him on Akademiks
We got Glocks and MAC-11s
I see a opp, it get hectic (Yeah)
My bitch she feeling neglected (What)
I′m in the field, athletic, huh
We make a movie, direct it (Yeah)
He got a gun but don′t use it, huh (Huh)
Beat up the pot, abuse it (Right)
I got a rocket, Houston
We leave a opp with bruises, huh
Yeah, you know the sticks they stick with me
Want beef then I got them dicks with me (Ayy)
All the bitches they tryna get pics with me
Get shot just for dissing me (Huh)
Man you bitches Ugly Betty (Yeah)
I still probably fuck to be petty (Right)
VVS wet, sweaty
Play with the gang, this shit gettin' deadly (Gang)
She like ABG cold as ice (Yeah)
My lil′ niggas sluts, they blow them pipes
No I ain't told him twice (Nah)
You playing with us is like rolling dice
He tryna fight on the ′Gram (Uh)
For me it's on sight for the man (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Damn, huh, right, huh
We turn that boy to a sprinter, huh (Huh)
He up his block in the winter (Yeah)
I′m playing with sticks so I got a splinter, huh
Yeah (Gangster)