Back to Top

$ir Abe - Gamble Lyrics



$ir Abe - Gamble Lyrics




Shorty tweaking, yeah she do too much
Promise I'll be off the 30, you will get shot up
I'm off the wock, my cup is dirty, please don't try us
F*ck a nigga in my way like, bitch, what's up?
Okay, I just be f*ckin' your bitch in a hellcat, and she screaming my name in the back
Off of the pack, nigga I used sell that, pussy niggas be makin' me laugh
Get your nigga back in two, yeah we gon' break his ass in half
Forty plus that nigga face, lil' shorty, you could do the math

Smoking Shh pack, I'ma do my dance
All these drugs that we be on, yeah it might put you in a trance
C.O.B yeah we the mob, yeah we gon' come for niggas heads
His mama had an open casket for him, saw him in his bed
Roll up, uh, Malley he told me to roll up
I mix the henny with cola
Brodie locked up, and he trap through the mobile
Brodie told me save my money
Gamble with my chips I folded
But I'm gettin' rich like every day, so I live in the moment
I been savin' up my assets, I been gettin' older
I'ma sell out all these shows, wait till I take over
I'ma save up for a choppa, for these niggas over
Home invasion with a mask, but we ain't talkin' Covid

Shorty tweaking, yeah she do too much
Promise I'll be off the 30, you will get shot up
I'm off the wock, my cup is dirty, please don't try us
F*ck a nigga in my way like, bitch, what's up?
Okay, I just be f*ckin' your bitch in a hellcat, and she screaming my name in the back
Off of the pack, nigga I used sell that, pussy niggas be makin' me laugh
Get your nigga back in two, yeah we gon' break his ass in half
Forty plus that nigga face, lil' shorty, you could do the math
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




Shorty tweaking, yeah she do too much
Promise I'll be off the 30, you will get shot up
I'm off the wock, my cup is dirty, please don't try us
F*ck a nigga in my way like, bitch, what's up?
Okay, I just be f*ckin' your bitch in a hellcat, and she screaming my name in the back
Off of the pack, nigga I used sell that, pussy niggas be makin' me laugh
Get your nigga back in two, yeah we gon' break his ass in half
Forty plus that nigga face, lil' shorty, you could do the math

Smoking Shh pack, I'ma do my dance
All these drugs that we be on, yeah it might put you in a trance
C.O.B yeah we the mob, yeah we gon' come for niggas heads
His mama had an open casket for him, saw him in his bed
Roll up, uh, Malley he told me to roll up
I mix the henny with cola
Brodie locked up, and he trap through the mobile
Brodie told me save my money
Gamble with my chips I folded
But I'm gettin' rich like every day, so I live in the moment
I been savin' up my assets, I been gettin' older
I'ma sell out all these shows, wait till I take over
I'ma save up for a choppa, for these niggas over
Home invasion with a mask, but we ain't talkin' Covid

Shorty tweaking, yeah she do too much
Promise I'll be off the 30, you will get shot up
I'm off the wock, my cup is dirty, please don't try us
F*ck a nigga in my way like, bitch, what's up?
Okay, I just be f*ckin' your bitch in a hellcat, and she screaming my name in the back
Off of the pack, nigga I used sell that, pussy niggas be makin' me laugh
Get your nigga back in two, yeah we gon' break his ass in half
Forty plus that nigga face, lil' shorty, you could do the math
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Abe Elbalola
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Back to: $ir Abe



$ir Abe - Gamble Video
(Show video at the top of the page)


Performed By: $ir Abe
Language: English
Length: 1:45
Written by: Abe Elbalola

Tags:
No tags yet