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a.b. - ab - mad about bars w/ kenny [s2.e11] lyrics

[kenny: intro]
mans feeling pluggy, uk, listen up, introducing ab, hear what, if you didn’t know already, it’s about time you get to know now
mad about bars it’s kenny allstar, take them there

[ab verse 1]
welcome to hammerville, i been over here goin’ ham
had the whoosh on my lap whilst driving even though the feds put me on a ban
if you got a problem, talk up, say it
you wan’ listen to real nigga music? put on my tune and play it
yo, you cannot sit on no fence, so please tell me who your versing
look, 5 of you man got shot, so you cannot talk about bursing
pig had me sweating up a court like serena, but i kept on serving
24 hours done already ab just kept on purging
nobody can question me i’m alone at the top of the ranking
got the young g’s online banking, nationwide to the cats dem thanking
whoosh in my hand don’t burse, don’t lack
with your get away plan no ramping, when i get the call of duty man glitch, when i get the call of duty man’s camping
what do you think that it was that you heard?
was it two tec-9’s was it a mac?
look, man thought the beef was dead, but then man put the beef right back
man i feed my corn whilst he’s fasting, i don’t give a fuck if you’re a akh
you’re not from chicago and you don’t really trap, but you’re shook ’cause you got chiraqs
i can’t pause this game, but we got way more shots on target
man i got things on things in a car, fuck a drive by man just pull up and park it
took a stolen whip from a tinting tell me what you’re thinking
do you wanna get burst while you’re drinking?
well mans slap call man dead, 30 in the woosh got the whole boat sinking

pray to allah man do that, look man i come back from the dead, now mans feeling like 2pac
look, man i got shot in the head but i whoosh straight off, fam i do that
look, you ain’t been through that, you would never do that
whoosh in a opp block man have to boom that
same as you never been rip
i done things blatant and never been shift
been through it all i got shot, i got stabbed and i only thank god i ain’t laying there stiff
i was built for this shit since day 1, name a nigga that’s realer than me, shut your mouth you can’t say one
yo, i’m a big boy sinner, man eat up opps for dinner
shotty in a friday, saturday whoosh on a sunday, monday spinner
i’m clapping like heat bring the mash to the beef like a sunday dinner
look, you ain’t ever been to a shoot out, where shots get exchanged like bryson tiller
laughing with cats like i just got shot, if i had a strap like that and hit mans head then i did not drop
man dash with the strap in a bingo pack mans bags and come off the block
see one of these yutes with a starter, then a body gets drop
on sight every time that i see one, one of these yutes man i wouldn’t wanna be one
can’t tell me that the 6 don’t crash, 3 in 1 bootings done with a mash
you’re lucky that the whoosh did jam, ’cause someone really would of dead fast
he’s not a star man son but he lied, look my mans putting on sex masks
you netflix and chill but i’d rather get bricks and k!ll
i’ll back out the ting like shirley, and i’ll make sure that yute get’s philled
du-du-du that’s a mdawg move, like greasy you’re gonna get k!lled
when i grip on my shank like merlin, then i’ll make sure the blood gets spilled
you don’t wan’ get smoked, ’cause smoking k!lls
dun i really put these niggas on the news, man do drills on drills
on a opp block purging looking like a surgeon, don’t give a fuck, virgin
you can get burst at a drink up, you can burst when we link up, certain
don’t break bread in that fly like a b-tterfly, you a get stung by a bee
beef is beef and the beef needs seasoning, with a little bit of gravy
stand your ground, not run, please, you man are way too pacey
big fat wad in my drahkahnah
got man feeling lazy

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