g.a.b.o.s

G.a.b.o.s
The name of the game is g.a.b.o.s
Game ain't based on sympathy
If you got sympathy in this sport, you ain't gon' ever make it
(You'll never make it, you'll never make it)

Mmm
I got my hitter from South Sudan
Doing, doing and doing the battle
'Round with me the room and back
Hundred 'round with me the room and back (I got my hitter from South Sudan)
Yuh, yuh (Quincy, tell 'em)

G.a.b.o.s, uh
Game ain't based on sympathy
All I've seen is treachery
I hope them boys remember (I hope them boys remember)
Remember me, industry don't favor me
When you need something, then check for me
Oh yeah, let's get it (let's get it, yuh)

Had to get by with pennies (pennies)
20s on 20s on 20s on 20s
I'll make a few milli', I get Santorini
I watch all my friends go spend money on Fendi
Spend all my money on re-ups (uh)
At the top, they don't wanna see us (uh)
Every whip is keyless (yeah)
They tell me I'm genius (what else?)
The way I write speeches (what else?)
I don't hold feelings, but my Glock gets into his feelings, I know

The life that I live is all over the place
One day in the stu' and one day in the chains
One day in my bag and one day in a case
Oh, yeah, let's get it
I got my hitter from South Sudan
I swing from these trees, orangutan
Controllin' the heat like thermostats, let's get it (let's get it)
Countin' this money then I go and spend it
Boss where I'm from, please, don't forget it
With my toaster with me, so don't come and bread it, let's get it

G.a.b.o.s (g.a.b.o.s)
Game ain't based on sympathy
All I've seen is treachery
I hope them boys remember (I hope them boys remember)
Remember me, industry don't favor me
When you need something, then check for me
Oh yeah, let's get it

Big league, one hundred on Birkin
Maybach, I close the curtain, I'ma eat a Perc' for certain
Python bells for serpents, all of my hoes are servants
We don't argue, we just hustle (haha)
Pick 'em down, lick 'em down, YSL, Chanel purse 'em
Real life, we play, time bussin, touch my ice, it's day time murders

Fish scale in the pot, I found Nemo
If they don't copy A, then it's Beezo
I was on my grind since Bebo
Bro, we got heart for Nino
Bro, we got .9s for these bros
Thank God that we in London
We go to court, the RICO
23K to the lawyer, I explored the loophole
Three percent tints on the whip, we important people

Do you get it? (Ha)
Make calls (ha), no credit (ha)
Got a platinum song for every day of the week
Gold plaque for every day of the month, forget it
I worked pain, can't forget it
20K in euros, weren't no debit (skrr, skrr)
20K in euros, come, let's spend it
Too high off the lean, got me Googlin' on Reddit (29)

G.a.b.o.s (g.a.b.o.s)
Game ain't based on sympathy
All I've seen is treachery
I hope them boys remember (I hope them boys remember)
Remember me, industry don't favor me
When you need something, then check for me
Oh yeah, let's get it

Yeah, a hundred degrees (yeah)
I'm servin' the fiends (yeah, yeah)
It's like 30 degrees, they jumping like fleas
Paper roll over my sleeve, need a washin' machine (washin' machine)
30 degrees (30 degrees)
Tough times, we was hardly the favor, but I couldn't ask
Prada red like a nigga is black
Got the stitch in the car (stitch in the car)

Like Fury, I'm fast, she smoke the half
I need my lady to last
She wanna ask me, "Sip on the plane, are you feelin' the park?"
Where did you go wrong?
Spread like Lynx, these niggas are roll-on
Crib we got gates
Said she feel safe, she ain't puttin' no clothes on (yeah)
Stolen plates, St. Patrick's Day, so I'm putting a hoe on
Just put the phone on, told my nigga to whip, do a home run

(G.a.b.o.s)
(Game ain't based on sympathy)
(All I've seen is treachery)
(I hope them boys remember)
(Remember me, industry don't favor me)
(When you need something, then check for me)
(Oh yeah, let's get it)



Credits
Writer(s): Leon Krol, Quincy Ferreira, Mohammed Hassan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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