COMPUTERS (feat. 3nvy)
Sir Abe, we are working on fixing our systems that are currently down at the moment
But, there seems to be an issue with the computer
Sir Abe and envy, show these niggas
We told that boy to get back fast 200 all on my dash
Pourin' a four in my cup I'm a sip on that
'Cause i got some more in my bag
I'm a pull up in a Cheet-ah-ah
These niggas, they want to be like us
But they can't, they can only watch us advance
These niggas pussy, they talk on computers
I like to talk with Motherfuckin' Ruger
I got a gun, then I turned to a shoota'
We send that boy to the stars, lunar
My niggas got amazing aim
I'm sippin' codeine, it fill up my brain
I'm like C.O.B that be my gang
He gon' take them shots to his brain
Got them gadgets, Spy Kids
Get suppressor, silent
Rollie presidential, lookin' like its Joe Biden
Niggas talk behind computers, yeah these niggas hidin'
We gon' show a fuck nigga that we love the violence
We finna' spin on the Opp block
We shoot the chop at his feet, playin' hopscotch
Bury that nigga alive finna' wile' out
Speak on me nigga, and you gon' get called out
My niggas get it, fasho' finna' ball out
I fuck yo' bitch while we chillin' in yo' house
We just put a hit on that nigga now he can't even go out
Why they tryna' be like us
Pull out my .40 Glock, know it's gon' bust okay
Shut the fuck up, I don't wanna hear no fuss
Glocky a hater, yeah it's finna' Cu-Cuss
He wanna talk, then we sending him up
If he wanna talk send that nigga to god
Know that we blessin' him, oh
I'm getting mad in this bitch, they gon' die
I'm getting mad then a bitch, the Glock on my hip, it's sending them all to the sky
H-I-M, you know i'm that guy
I'm in the club with a scope on my eye
Abe and Envy, number one shooters, we spin for the bros, we spin for the guys
Sir Abe, prototype 2000 is ready, and up for installment
The digital money systems and computer are now up to date
Oh my god, fuck Sir Abe
We told that boy to get back fast 200 all on my dash
Pourin' a four in my cup I'm a sip on that
'Cause i got some more in my bag
I'm a pull up in a Cheet-ah-ah
These niggas, they want to be like us
But they can't, they can only watch us advance
These niggas pussy, they talk on computers
I like to talk with Motherfuckin' Ruger
I got a gun, then I turned to a shoota'
We send that boy to the stars, lunar
My niggas got amazing aim
I'm sippin' codeine, it fill up my brain
I'm like C.O.B that be my gang
He gon' take them shots to his brain
But, there seems to be an issue with the computer
Sir Abe and envy, show these niggas
We told that boy to get back fast 200 all on my dash
Pourin' a four in my cup I'm a sip on that
'Cause i got some more in my bag
I'm a pull up in a Cheet-ah-ah
These niggas, they want to be like us
But they can't, they can only watch us advance
These niggas pussy, they talk on computers
I like to talk with Motherfuckin' Ruger
I got a gun, then I turned to a shoota'
We send that boy to the stars, lunar
My niggas got amazing aim
I'm sippin' codeine, it fill up my brain
I'm like C.O.B that be my gang
He gon' take them shots to his brain
Got them gadgets, Spy Kids
Get suppressor, silent
Rollie presidential, lookin' like its Joe Biden
Niggas talk behind computers, yeah these niggas hidin'
We gon' show a fuck nigga that we love the violence
We finna' spin on the Opp block
We shoot the chop at his feet, playin' hopscotch
Bury that nigga alive finna' wile' out
Speak on me nigga, and you gon' get called out
My niggas get it, fasho' finna' ball out
I fuck yo' bitch while we chillin' in yo' house
We just put a hit on that nigga now he can't even go out
Why they tryna' be like us
Pull out my .40 Glock, know it's gon' bust okay
Shut the fuck up, I don't wanna hear no fuss
Glocky a hater, yeah it's finna' Cu-Cuss
He wanna talk, then we sending him up
If he wanna talk send that nigga to god
Know that we blessin' him, oh
I'm getting mad in this bitch, they gon' die
I'm getting mad then a bitch, the Glock on my hip, it's sending them all to the sky
H-I-M, you know i'm that guy
I'm in the club with a scope on my eye
Abe and Envy, number one shooters, we spin for the bros, we spin for the guys
Sir Abe, prototype 2000 is ready, and up for installment
The digital money systems and computer are now up to date
Oh my god, fuck Sir Abe
We told that boy to get back fast 200 all on my dash
Pourin' a four in my cup I'm a sip on that
'Cause i got some more in my bag
I'm a pull up in a Cheet-ah-ah
These niggas, they want to be like us
But they can't, they can only watch us advance
These niggas pussy, they talk on computers
I like to talk with Motherfuckin' Ruger
I got a gun, then I turned to a shoota'
We send that boy to the stars, lunar
My niggas got amazing aim
I'm sippin' codeine, it fill up my brain
I'm like C.O.B that be my gang
He gon' take them shots to his brain
Credits
Writer(s): Maddox Envy
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