Ybckidmelo, CupcakKe — Abc’s

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A-B-C-D-E-F-G (Okay)
Ain’t none of these bitches is fuckin’ with me (K, K)
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P (Okay)
Man, I ain’t finna sit there, rap this shit all the way to Z (Hell no)

Bitches mellow and I’m Melo when you know just where I be
Chopper make ‘em shake like jello, now that nigga gotta beat
Red tape up on the scene, tell that nigga rest in peace
We been paper chasin’, nigga, all we do is count the green
Lotta bitches clappin’ ass when we pull up on the scene
Heard she fucking for a fee but that ho gon’ fuck for free
Heard she got a boyfriend but she stay fuckin’ with me
Bitch, get down up on your knees before you try to talk to me
She keep blowin’ up my phone, steady sayin’ that she really tryna fuck with me
‘Cause her last nigga was broke and that pussyboy couldn’t pay the fee
I can really get a nigga going, all that shit really take is one G
Got these blue faces in my pocket and none of these bitches comin’ off-beat

A-B-C-D-E-F-G (Okay)
Ain’t none of these bitches is fuckin’ with me (K, K)
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P (Okay)
Man, I ain’t finna sit there, rap this shit all the way to Z (Hell no)

Ayy, A-B-C these nuts, only make-up can make me blush
Niggas ain’t no shit [?]
Walk in, I don’t give a fuck, heavy stepper on ret’ chucks
I pop a nigga like diet coke, SevenUp mixed with some crush
But I’ma also spin the block, when I’m out the Glock and I’ma do a nigga so dirty
But I got a nervous driver, had to ask this nigga “Why the fuck your hands ain’t sturdy?»
Keep like two things in my bra, fool a nigga quick like my titties perky
And these niggas ain’t really doin’ numbers, they view count matchin’ their jersey
I mean, I stir tea but let me keep it quiet, these bitch niggas might start a riot
Pull up to the crib, now they at the hideout, I should air that bitch but I’m not a pilot
But I’m ten toes down, no money here now but you know a bitch crossin’ her fingers
This that big drip, I can sing, shit, why you still lookin’ like the sprinklers, ayy

A-B-C-D-E-F-G (Okay)
Ain’t none of these bitches is fuckin’ with me (K, K)
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P (Okay)
Man, I ain’t finna sit there, rap this shit all the way to Z (Hell no)

A-B-C-D-E-F-G
None of these bitches is fuckin’ with me
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P
Man, I ain’t finna sit there, rap this shit all the way to Z