A.4.M.B ft. 550 & Ace A4MB Lyrics

If I tell my niggas go, I bet they go get him

I remember hot summers and them cold winters

Youngin' toting on that Glock 30, he a born sinner

Everybody can't make it out, this shit gettin' realer

I just wanna know, can you be the one I trust? If I can't trust a soul

I'm ridin' wit my brothers, bitch, I'm heavy on the four

Won't tolerate no disrespect, we quick to up the score, yeah, you know they gon' let it go

Hmmm, yeah, they gon' let it go

Hmmm, Niggas quick to up the score

Hmmm, they gon' let it go

They caught him at red light, and they offed him

Masked up, spun the opp block like they was purgin'

All black in a burban, hitlist looking perfect

But then he thinkin' to hisself, is it really worth it

Cause he always move with purpose, now he losin' focus cause the opps and D's is lurkin'

Move with precaution cause these niggas is tryna hurt him

Niggas tryna take him out the game, they tryna burn him

But he gotta keep his head high with his gun up

Gotta keep my head up

I know these niggas fed up

Just tryna get my bread up, I need chicken wit the blue cheese

When they see him, they like, who he?

Bitch, I'm that nigga Nuski

The golden child, bitch, I feel like I'm Bruce Leroy

Niggas talkin' loud, but ain't makin' no noise

Ask around town, but they say that I'm the voice

Bet they tell you I'm the voice, nigga

I ain't really have a choice

Just some young wild niggas, tryna pile up figures

I ain't tryna come in contact with the boys