ABK (Anybody Killa)

ABK (Anybody Killa) - Foodang lyrics

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(feat. Blaze Ya Dead Homie)



[Chorus: x2]

Why you tryin to play me, foo dang? (Foo Dang)

Just cause I wanna let my nuts hang 

Teeth bang on the streets servin heads all night

Some of us just ain't livin right

 

[Blaze]

I know this stupid bitch who think she know me

She even wanna call me Blaze Her Dead Homie

Bitch keep ya mouth shut cause ya foo dang

Couldn't hold my balls, couldn't hold my wang

Stank hoes wanna see me in the grave

But I'm quick to slap a trick wit a 12 gauge

You know you was speakin my name, playin games

And sayin things you know he's actin like something changed

But I know you are reppin your fancy car

Little money, foo dangin at the tittie bar (Bitch!)

7 dicks shoved in her box nightly, is she fucking?

(Is she fuckin?) For the right price she might me

Stank hoe, I never paid for ass

So take a stray cat, and shove it in ya flat ass

Get up out my face wit that foo dang drama

Where she learn that shit? Man she get it from her mama

 

[Some guy]

I say Foo, you say Dang

Foo (Fuck You!!)

Dang (Fuck You!!)

Someone say fa sho, yea I'm in the house

Yea I'm in the house

 

[Chorus]

 

[Anybody Killa]

I foo dang on the daily, go ahead and call me shady

Bad boy on the streets, startin static since the '80s

So why you gotta front? Try and play me like a punk

If you keep talkin shit, you gon' end up in my trunk

Jackin beats from bustas, we foo dang like that

Robbin hoes for they gold then trade it in for a sack

Don't even think for a second that we high class

40 drinkin freaks with some dank and a nice ass

? identity with some eastside conflict

Bitches make me sick if they don't foo dang dick

Keep it real and I'll try to keep it real back

Try to trip in over all the bodies that I shot wit the gat

Hunt you down wit my automobile, roll down the window slow

Then punch you right in the throat

Type of shit that most people call a little fucked

But it's simple and plain, we foo dang, so don't front

 

[Some guy]

Yo Killa, this Tadpole

I got ya number from this bitch I know

I was the guy followin you home from the signin ??

Yo man why you ain't pull over?

I ain't no houndog or nothin but I just

 

[Chorus]

 

[Blaze]

Foo dang is what I call a hoe without a pistol

Walkin all alone (There she go) and if I see you it's on

I'm callin out old janky bitches wit no heart

Dogs with no bite that wanna bark

Reppin gold is like a crip wearin red in my hood

And I'll slap ya wit a bat like a G should (Beeitch!!)

Bitch, check yourself into the crackhead clinic

You can't get no ? bringin a bag wit bottles in it

 

[Anybody Killa]

Foo dangin wit a hatchet, come and get ya ass kicked

If you bring a bottle then I really wanna smash it

Sellin weed filled wit stems and seeds

Same shit for $550 but you askin a G

Now that's the kinda shit that makes a mind go crazy

2 packs of 'Ports a day and I just can't take it

I swear if 1 more hero tries to flex in my face

I'll go foo dang around the globe and make the whole world change

 

[Chorus]
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Language: English

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