Abbot Lyrics

I roll a fatso

Micro dozing Im living macro

Wrist is razzle dazzled

A sinner trapping outside the chapel

Had the frog eyes in the whip since

I was a tad pole

I could clip for a grip and it ain't no hassle

Mixing Nas witta bit of L

Every record sells

I be cheesing

All I needed was a single digit scale

They be snitching on they self and they ain't even mean to tell

You ain't a member

Hate to litter I can't even leave my shells

You ain't had a gun in yo mouth

Like a root canal

Wish my behavior got corrected when i was juvenile

A foolish child

Looking up to the people i grew around

I had a pistol in my closet

My momma ain't knew about

I'm moving out

Tryna stack up my money in stupid piles

Hear the V12 purr when i'm pulling the coup around

Send some youngins running up in yo city

Yo loot ya house

Shoot 'em down

Look at dubious told em to cue the sound

Looping since a child

I be dressing sharp

In my cross and my Louis Vuitton

Only choice you got

You could starve or come join the mob

Started wit a gram

Grandmama think i needed god

Now i needa P

Sipping lean rolling up a quap

Starting moving smart

Cuz i know them people peeping hard

Record after record

They can't never keep up wit the squad

Started wit a gram

Grandmama think i needed god

Xans in my pockets

I walk around like a dog

Archbishop, they look up to me like the Abbot

But i spark swishers

Pain killers inside of my cabinet

I be part vicious cause tragedies looking for action

Think you bad for me bad habit

This money my passion

Archbishop, they look up to me like the abbot

But I spark swishers

Pain killers inside of my cabinet