"g.a.b.o.s" lyrics

G.A.B.O.S.
The name of the game is G.A.B.O.S.
Game ain't based on sympathy
If you got sympathy in this sport, you ain't gon' ever make it
Mm
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Hundred 'round with me the room and back (I got my hitter from South Sudan)
Yuh, yuh (Quincy, tell 'em)

G.A.B.O.S., uh
Game ain't based on sympathy
All I've seen is treachery
I hope them boys remember (I hope them boys remember)
Remember me, industry don't favor me
When you need something then check for me
Oh yeah, let's get it (Let's get it, yuh)

Had to get by with pennies
Twenties on twenties on twenties on twenties
I'll make a few milli', I get Santorini
I watch all my friends go spend money on Fendi
Spend all my money on re-ups
At the top, they don't wanna see us (Uh)
Every whip is keyless (Yeah)
They tell me I'm genius (What else?)
The way I write speeches (What else?)
I don't hold feelings
But my Glock gets into his feelings
I know
The life that I live is all over the place
One day in the stu' and one day in the chains
One day in my bag and one day in a case
Oh, yeah, let's get it
I got my hitter from South Sudan
I swing from these trees, orangutan
Controllin' the heat like thermostats, let's get it (Let's get it)
Countin' this money then I go and spend it
Boss where I'm from, please, don't forget it
With my toaster with me so don't come and bread it, let's get it

G.A.B.O.S. (G.A.B.O.S.)
Game ain't based on sympathy
All I've seen is treachery
I hope them boys remember (I hope them boys remember)
Remember me, industry don't favor me
When you need something then check for me
Oh yeah, let's get it

Big league, one hundred on Birkin
Maybach, I close the curtain
I'm 'a eat a Perc' for certain
Python bells for serpents
All of my hoes are servants
We don't argue, we just hustle (Ha-ha)
Pick 'em down, lick 'em down
YSL, Chanel purse 'em
Real life, we play, time busting
Touch my ice, it's day time murders
Fish scale in the pot, I found Nemo
If they don't copy A, then it's Beezo
I was on my grind since Bebo
Bro, we got heart for Nino
Bro, we got nines for these bros
Sun go down, we in London
We go to court, the RICO
Twenty-three K to the lawyer
I explored the loophole
Three percent tints on the whip, we important people
Do you get it? (Ha)
Make calls (Ha)
No credit (Ha)
Got a platinum song for every day of the week
Gold plaque for every day of the month, forget it
I worked pain, can't forget it
Twenty K in euros, weren't no debit (Skrr, skrr)
Twenty K in euros, come, let's spend it
Too high off the lean, got me Googlin' on Reddit (Twenty-nine)

G.A.B.O.S. (G.A.B.O.S.)
Game ain't based on sympathy
All I've seen is treachery
I hope them boys remember (I hope them boys remember)
Remember me, industry don't favor me
When you need something then check for me
Oh yeah, let's get it

Yeah, a hundred degrees (Yeah)
I'm servin' the fiends (Yeah, yeah)
I love thirty degrees, the jungle like freeze
Paper roll over my sleeve, need a washin' machine (Washin' machine)
Thirty degrees (Thirty degrees)
Tough times, we was hardly the favour but I couldn't ask
Prada red like a nigga is black
Got the stitch in the car (Stitch in the car)
Like Fury, I'm fast
She smoke the half
I need my lady to last
She wanna ask me, "Sip on the plane? Are you feelin' the park?"
Where did you go wrong?
Spread like Lynx these niggas are roll-on
Crib we got gates
Said she feel safe, she ain't puttin' no clothes on (Yeah)
Stolen plates, Saint Patrick's day so I'm putting a hoe on
Just put the phone on, told my nigga to whip do a home run

(G.A.B.O.S.)
(Game ain't based on sympathy)
(All I've seen is treachery)
(I hope them boys remember)
(Remember me, industry don't favor me)
(When you need something then check for me)
(Oh yeah, let's get it)