123 ABC

Yea yea yea yea

Moving real funny on the beat
Do it for the niqqas still living on the street
Shawty keep on moving her feet
Please two step when U know I'm bouta speak
All my niqqas gonna eat
Better step up if you know we got beef
Sing my songs like 123 Abc y'all know I'm the king

I miss the old times eat slow times
Speak more rhymes
Back a bus times
When kids used to rhyme bout all that bullshit
Talk bout moms like it was okay
She still pack lunch pbnj
When all I drank was only oj

Now I'm making mixtapes
Now I'm in your bitch face
Now They selling dope
To every kid in the 6th grade

Moving real funny on the beat
Do it for the niqqas still living on the street
Shawty keep on moving her feet
Please two step when U know I'm bouta speak
All my niqqas gonna eat
Better step up if you know we got beef
Sing my songs like 123 Abc y'all know I'm the king

I don't give a fuck if a dissed you
I don't give a fuck if your mom say she miss u
Bust down every instrumental
Still on top wonder how I got this mental

Rental on deck cuz I know she want the dick
Put it in her face
Tell her take a sip
Stingy with the hoes
I'm still taking risks
She still throwing fits

She tell me the tip of the iceberg is melting
I tell her I'll run through that shit with my ship
Then we'll just sit in the back with her clique
And a bottle of liq while we smoke on a spliff
Inside of her crib
Fuck outa my face
Just gimme the keys
I'll stay at your place

Moving real funny on the beat
Do it for the niqqas still living on the street
Shawty keep on moving her feet
Please two step when U know I'm bouta speak
All my niqqas gonna eat
Better step up if you know we got beef
Sing my songs like 123 Abc y'all know I'm the king

Middletown niqqas always causing a ruckus
Too much ego when U think U above us
All this talk gonna leave U in a gutter
You too soft bitch U sound like your mother

Fuck up Niqqa you was supposed to be my brother
I'm on track like I'm supposed to be a runner
You shit wack like U tryina be a plumber
I'm off top like I'm opening a cover
She tell me the tip of the iceberg is melting
I tell her I'll run through that shit with my ship
Then we'll just sit in the back with her clique
And a bottle of liq while we smoke on a spliff
Inside of her crib
Fuck outa my face

Moving real funny on the beat
Do it for the niqqas still living on the street
Shawty keep on moving her feet
Please two step when U know I'm bouta speak
All my niqqas gonna eat
Better step up if you know we got beef
Sing my songs like 123 Abc y'all know I'm the king, Zay