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abc7 - playerrways & gmoneydt lyrics

[intro: playerrways]
n*gga know what the f*ckin’ goin’ on, man
rich paisa gang
real n*ggas that’s out here really— yeah, yeah
all that, man, in my benzes, n*gga know that white benzy she ain’t gon’ run, you hear me?
nah, for real
huh
first time i made the news was abc7, what i say? rich paisa gang

[chorus: playerrways]
ayy, the first time i made the news was abc7
and that’s our sh*t, we get our cups at foreign 7*eleven
these diamonds on me got a disco ball, these made from rami
i don’t really like beats, but i’m tippie*toein’ wearin’ bali
the first timе i made the news was abc7
and that’s our sh*t, wе get our cups at foreign 7*eleven
these diamonds on me got a disco ball, these made from rami
i don’t really like beats, but i’m tippie*toein’ wearin’ bali

[verse 1: playerrways]
gang, two titties on the chop, creepin’ up ’cause i came tinted
why i go to jail for bl!ck in high speed and you ain’t visit?
i sh*t on b*tches when i came home, had another benz
i upped loafies and, she like, “facey, i should’ve never left”
the hood is all up on my face, when i walk into tanks
i’m jointed up, i don’t need to be in jail with some more cases
but n*ggas playin’ with my crippin’ like i ain’t bust a gun
opposition know that white benz, they see a n*gga run
run, forrest, run, run, run, forrest, run
i spent like fifty this month, i need a hundun
i’m gettin’ high off these percs and getting gunpowder
why you lookin’ at me crazy? n*ggas off that white powder
my pointers in these flowers break dancing, go rami
i’m grimied up, i put some diamonds on my brother’s piece
this lobster b*tter with banana, looseleaf bling
he don’t wanna do it up, he ran fast when he saw fn, n*gga
on the dead homies, n*gga
[interlude: playerrways]
man, they know what the f*ck goin’ on, man, rich paisa gang, man
we really making n*ggas run, though, for real, on the f
in the hood, everywhere, man
for real, for real, if we bein’ real
and before they, uh, take me to court and play this song
huh, all this sh*t is fictional, man
long live drakeo, man, stinc team, bleed team

[chorus: playerrways]
ayy, the first time i made the news was abc7
and that’s our sh*t, we get our cups at foreign 7*eleven
these diamonds on me got a disco ball, these made from rami
i don’t really like beats, but i’m tippie*toein’ wearin’ bali
the first time i made the news was abc7
and that’s our sh*t, we get our cups at foreign 7*eleven
these diamonds on me got a disco ball, these made from rami
i don’t really like beats, but i’m tippie*toein’ wearin’ bali

[verse 2: gmoneydt]
ayy, the first time i made the news, i shot a face
brother stopped the car, i jumped out and let it spray
rich n*gga, but in the trenches, every day i’m showin’ face
they like, “ain’t you tired of sliding black trucks? it’s getting late”
i mean, kinda, but sometimes, these percs be getting face
model b*tches i thought i’d never touch be rollin’ givin’ face
two weeks, n*gga, i blew fifty*somethin’ k
n*gga wanna fight me, but he could fight the k, ayy
she wanna be my b*tch but she can’t be safe
the only time the savings when we pop open the safe
all these big*body foreigns, we be hoggin’ up the lanes
why you still with that n*gga? b*tch, you know that n*gga lame, ayy
8th street, b*tch, i came in here with gang
walkin’ ’round with all these thousands, i am who i think i am
black trucks through the hood, who the f*ck i think i am?
every time i make a post, i be having n*ggas mad
i went bustdown cartier and rollie for my b*tch
i blew fifty*somethin’ thousand, neiman marcus, saks fifth
guess he thought we was gon’ spare him ’cause we caught him with his b*tch
bad b*tch, she a sl*t, she do splits on the d*ck, yeah, huh
[outro]
rbg the motherf*cking gangland, n*gga, all that internet dissin’ and all that poppin’, n*gga, got your b*tch f*cked
i know a n*gga sick to his stomach and all that
yeah, gang, gang

- playerrways gmoneydt lyrics

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