Abow Pt. 3

Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Cuz] (RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man) What up, RJ? (You know what the fuck goin' on, nigga) [Chorus: Lil Cuz] Bend it over, this ain't "Abow" Catch him walkin' up in the crib, run up in his house If a nigga talkin' crazy, boy, I'm quick to blick you down Beat her doonies down, now she wanna go another round Bend it over, this ain't "Abow" Catch him walkin' up in the crib, run up in his house If a nigga talkin' crazy, boy, I'm quick to blick you down Beat her doonies down, now she wanna go another round [Verse 1: Lil Cuz] I'm in the stu' trippin', a hundred blicks Catch a nigga ridin' fishbowl, wet the whole whip ARP on my lap, bitch, I don't need tint She blew me down in the whip, I just nutted on her lips Her nigga trapped her in the crib, I done took her on a trip In the Masi' high as hell, we done blew a hundred zips Ksubis off thе Lows, tryna fuck me off the drip She's tryna fuck mе off my name, I done hit her in the whip [Verse 2: RJ Stay Paid] This ain't "Abow," but all my niggas gettin' lit Baby, bend it over, why you lookin' sober takin' sips? And it's heavy motion, ask them lil' niggas is they him? Every show that I get booked, we back-to-back like twenty whips Pocket full of blues, she think that I'm a Crip Designer junkies, all my niggas got the drip The blicky on me and I'm walkin' to the whip Come put it on me, baby, come on, let's get lit [Chorus: Lil Cuz] Bend it over, this ain't "Abow" Catch him walkin' up in the crib, run up in his house If a nigga talkin' crazy, boy, I'm quick to blick you down Beat her doonies down, now she wanna go another round [Verse 3: Lil Cuz] Bosses table, all my niggas trippin', pull up in designer Yeah, boy, your bitch with me, I told his ass, "Come and find her" Bad bitch, I got her ass done, but she ain't no biker Four niggas, four blicks, bitch, you know we in a striker 'Wood full of dead opps, I told bro I need a lighter I told dukes, "You can't meet her 'cause I know you ain't gon' like her" [Verse 4: RJ Stay Paid] Smokin' opp pack, tell them niggas come get up with us All the hoes like, "Abow," tell them niggas they can't fuck with us We had to pull up to the movie, hundred tucks with us It's twenty bottles, I got Wocky, I'm like, "Fuck liquor" Ass fat, it move like water, then I must hit it It's just me, I told her bring another tuck with her [Chorus: Lil Cuz] Bend it over, this ain't "Abow" Catch him walkin' up in the crib, run up in his house If a nigga talkin' crazy, boy, I'm quick to blick you down Beat her doonies down, now she wanna go another round Bend it over, this ain't "Abow" Catch him walkin' up in the crib, run up in his house If a nigga talkin' crazy, boy, I'm quick to blick you down Beat her doonies down, now she wanna go another round