Abusive Lyrics – 24Lik
Singer: 24Lik
Title: Abusive
Skinny died in his sleep so I pop jiggas
You would think the glock a freak how it pop n***as
Yo mans died last week you was in a car wit him
Dame love takin shots well we brought the bar wit us
Paid woulda made it far now he with the stars n***a
You know when I pull up n shoot you can’t really guard n***as
B***h tryna f**k Lil Head I got large digits
Got the machine off Izzo now they cars missin
We gone we just took a n***a Scat now we all slidin
Forgot who they playin wit they got Alzheimer’s
All my h*es still 30 and up, you f**k all minors
Key keep gettin in bulls**t I gotta call Niyah
Don’t need no real estate agent this glock gon put you in yo place
It’s four choppas in the whip, b***h we goin on a chase
I’m gettin tired man, ain’t nobody out on brace
I like h*es that like b***hes I don’t want her if she straight
No that wasn’t me that f**ked you did that s**t when I was laced
Should I rock out wit the glock or should I swing the baby drake?
My b***h got a BBL but she keep pole on her waist
Like it’s somethin in his eye I’ll blow him in his face
B***h I’m Real Rich y’all n***as broke as hell
In 6th grade he told on me man I know he 12
You got signed to that label and put on a shelf
Izzo glock keep fallin bro put on a belt
And I done broke my neck in Gucci think I need some help
Go swimmin in yo b***h coochie like I’m Michael Phelps
You know the opps heaven sent like they Keyshia Cole
I got these Cubans mixed up I got Key s**t on
B***h think we hittin Beni’s eat Pizza Rolls
She ain’t from the Eastside these Inkster h*es
Twin he can prolly punch a house if this piece still on
I can’t name you after bro RIP Freaky doe
They mans died last year we shoulda been gone
Instead all these n***as makin diss songs
We ain’t in school how the f**k y’all gettin sent home?
We made his #ss fly high like he Jim Jones
Cash Gang got a roster full of shooters
Got a room I been hittin her all day I’m abusive
She a Oklahoma b***h wish I woulda hit her sooner
Put some t#tt#es on the chop now this b***h work at Hooters
I ain’t have a baby yet but these rap n***as my juniors
He be rattin in the hood call that n***a little Stuart
Right here we got dog s**t I ain’t talkin bout manure
Heard the feds in the city I done learned how to maneuver
At the barbeque I put my chains in the cooler
Call my 30 Drakeo it’s the ruler
I’m downtown gettin a lil head on a scooter
She got on last year Uggs I had to boot her
I had to kick that b#tch out the f**kin pad
Don’t come over if you ain’t givin a**
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