letra de computers - sir abe
[intro]
“sir abe, we are working on fixing our systems that are currently down at the moment.”
“but, there seems to be an issue with the computer.”
“sir abe and envy, show these n-ggas.”
[chorus: sir abe]
we told that boy to get back fast 200 all on my dash
pourin’ a four in my cup i’m a sip on that
’cause i got some more in my bag
i’m a pull up in a cheet-ah-ah
these n-ggas, they want to be like us
but they can’t, they can only watch us advance
these n-ggas p-ssy, they talk on computers
i like to talk with my motherf-ckin’ ruger
i got a gun, then i turned to a shoota’
we send that boy to the stars, lunar
my n-ggas got amazing aim
i’m sippin’ codeine, it fill up my brain
i’m like c.o.b that be my gang
he gon’ take them shots to his brain
[verse 1: sir abe]
got them gadgets, spy kids
get suppressor, silent
rollie presidential, lookin’ like its joe biden
n-ggas talk behind computers, yeah these n-ggas hidin’
we gon’ show a f-ck n-gga that we love the violence
we finna’ spin on the opp block
we shoot the chop at his feet, playin’ hopscotch
bury that n-gga alive finna’ wile’ out
speak on me n-gga, and you gon’ get called out
my n-ggas get it, fasho’ finna’ ball out
i f-ck yo’ b-tch while we chillin’ in yo’ house
we just put a hit on that n-gga now he can’t even go out
[verse 2: envy!]
why they tryna’ be like us?
pull out my .40 glock, know it’s gon’ bust okay
shut the f-ck up, i don’t wanna hear no fuss
glocky a hater, yeah it’s finna’ cu-cuss
he wanna talk, then we sending him up
if he wanna talk send that n-gga to god
know that we blessin’ him, oh
i’m getting mad in this b-tch, they gon’ die
i’m getting mad then a b-tch, the glock on my hip, it’s sending them all to the sky
h-i-m, you know i’m that guy
i’m in the club with a scope on my eye
abe and envy, number one shooters, we spin for the bros, we spin for the guys
[bridge]
“sir abe, prototype 2000 is ready, and up for installment.”
“the digital money systems and computer are now up to date.”
“oh my god, f-ck sir abe.”
[chorus: sir abe]
we told that boy to get back fast 200 all on my dash
pourin’ a four in my cup i’m a sip on that
’cause i got some more in my bag
i’m a pull up in a cheet-ah-ah
these n-ggas, they want to be like us
but they can’t, they can only watch us advance
these n-ggas p-ssy, they talk on computers
i like to talk with my motherf-ckin’ ruger
i got a gun, then i turned to a shoota’
we send that boy to the stars, lunar
my n-ggas got amazing aim
i’m sippin’ codeine, it fill up my brain
i’m like c.o.b that be my gang
he gon’ take them shots to his brain
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