Alphabet Boyz Lyrics

Yeah man, shout out that boy 205 Li Jay man, that Alphabet Boyz, you know we ducking them, it's big swerve

Like the Alphabet Boyz, have y'all pointing fingers when that K hit , yea

Rockstar lifestyle, might don't make it, bitch

I feel like I'm Gucci, these yellow diamonds, lemonade hit

I'm the type to get straight to the money fuck the fame shit

You the type to move just like a dummy, get your brain split

Bro copped the pipe, the clip hold like a hunnid, he got aim, bitch

Ain't got no stripes, so how that boy official? He just saying shit

You niggas pie, that's how niggas die, on that lame shit

Miss me with that fuck shit, you get touched quick, quick to up it, yeah

I ain't wanna do it, but right now I feel like fuck it, yeah

How the fuck you a shooter? You ain't do shit, you ain't bust it yet

Thinking you armed and dangerous? cut your arm off, reaching for my neck

Niggas pussy, and these hollow tips gon' do way more than pet you

Run off in your house and that bitch do a smoke a session

Might kick shit in Miami, like I'm Lionel Messi

Bitch, I'm straight out the dirty south, sometimes they can't understand me

I Can't sell my soul for shit, that's why I feel like fuck a grammy

Bro got bells and bows and shit only big plays , he won't even sell a grammy

At the club, bitch got too comfortable, I told that bitch unhand me

Hell nah my name ain't Nick still quick to

Wild out with that cannon

Niggas really embarrassing, hop out, this stick a lethally damage him

I know some niggas with switches on glizzies same niggas can't legally carry sticks

I know some niggas that ain't got a penny , but asking for smoke must not care about living

I don't play with lil' boys, I ain't got no children

Oh that fuck nigga hiding make his partner feel it

Like the alphabet Boyz

Have y'all pointing fingers when that K hit

Rockstar lifestyle, might don't make it, bitch

I feel like I'm Gucci, these yellow diamonds lemonade hit

I'm the type to get straight to the money, fuck the fame shit

You the type that move just like a dummy, get your brain split

Bro copped the pipe, the clip hold like a hunnid, he got aim, bitch

He ain't got no stripes, so how that boy official? he just saying shit

You niggas pie, that's how niggas die, on that lame shit

Rockstar lifestyle, might don't make it, bitch