Video 1800 Grassways de Abrahamxxlll 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Abrahamxxlll - 1800 Grassways Lyrics

[Chorus: Duvy]
Boy got zipped, whole lot of shots, he couldn't duck
When I send blood'nem on some hits, you know it's up
I can't have my dawg security, I love the guns
Tried to come back 'round, we took your stick, my nigga, that's what it was
Yeah, I ran all the funds, nigga, I ran it up
Nigga tried to blame me, he was in his feelings 'cause he ain't makin' nothin'
Yeah, better get you a gun
Lot of run down shit, tryna give 'em slugs
Went from piles in the trap to hoppin' the rides, we fiend for blood, for real

[Verse 1: Duvy]
You lucky, if you wasn't from my block, would've been a opp
All my bloodas got real cash, more than fifty bands on Glocks
Probably why I hate the streets, it's 'cause I hate cops
They can't stay up on my mentions, probably mad I made a lot
It ain't 'bout money for if we still drill, boy
It was pullin' up big bodies 'til it stop
In so deep, we spank niggas
Don't ever try bring me around your ho's
That's how that boy got fried
Some need face shots, stuck on the corner (Face shot!)
Yeah, pussy on life support
Hope my brother walk out the court
Yeah, back to back court dates, it's hot
Puttin' racks up for a lawyer
Bangin' that shit he didn't mean, it cut his life short
Like to smoke YB when I'm on the block
And we smoke Lil D when I'm in the car
Sunday to Sunday, we up all night
Touchin' real numbers, I feel like wrappin' my prize
Tend to crash out, be on fuck shit
Huh, like, be like that
[Chorus: Duvy]
Boy got zipped, whole lot of shots, he couldn't duck
When I send blood'nem on some hits, you know it's up
I can't have my dawg security, I love the guns
Tried to come back 'round, we took your stick, my nigga, that's what it was
Yeah, I ran all the funds, nigga, I ran it up
Nigga tried to blame me, he was in his feelings 'cause he ain't makin' nothin'
Yeah, better get you a gun
Lot of run down shit, tryna give 'em slugs
Went from piles in the trap to hoppin' the rides, we fiend for blood, for real

[Verse 2: Haji Basto]
President Basto was on some shit
You know what's going down
When they identify him by his dentals, you know it's the Townz
Give a fuck about two lanes, we still DT bound
And I still pop out with my walalo, two niggas, but we got hundred rounds
They poppin' pills just to drill, these niggas don't know how to spill
Talkin' 'bout crash out gang, they jump in the car, they cannot control the wheel
Signed to the streets like Durk
Bury my bro in the dirt
But my heart is almost healed
Gon' catch one with a steel
They talk on my name for clout
Do you know why they runnin' they mouth?
It's 'cause of the view, with amount
The fans done figured it out
Pick up Runtz, hit the Courtz, let's slide
TSN, chain glistenin', watch me courtside
Butterfly doors, suicide
Box him in, he did suicides
Jump out the gaari
I'm suitin' up, drippy like LG
I don't care 'cause they know it's me
Basto flow, I switch it rapidly
Seen a flicker when I jump out the V, tsss (Grrrt!)
And I'm active in these streets (Grrrt!)
And they dead guys been viral ever since my release
[Outro: Haji Basto]
Grrrt, grah