ABK Lyrics – Joey Bada$$
“ABK” Lyrics by Joey Bada$$ is a fresh English track performed by Joey Bada$$ himself. The music is also crafted by the artist, with the brand new lyrics for “ABK” written entirely by Joey Bada$$. This song has gained significant popularity among audiences in the United States.
In “ABK,” Joey Bada$$ exudes raw energy and confidence, asserting his status as a premier rapper who shouldn’t be underestimated. He takes aim at phony rappers, cautions opponents against challenging him, and asserts his rightful position as a king within the rap scene. With fierce verses and sharp wordplay, he demonstrates his readiness for battle and his unwillingness to retreat from anyone seeking to contest his reign.
ABK Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
S*it (Okay, I’m reloaded)
Yeah, uh
[Verse 1]
It’s the Beast Coast boogeyman, stepping in my Timberlands
I ain’t with the small talk, n!gga got bigger plans
Back by popular demand, hit him where he stand
If the shots never land, tell them n!ggas spin again
Told y’all that I been the man, I been on a kill spree
N!ggas couldn’t kill me, b!tch I been a real G
They don’t know the real me, n!ggas better chill, B
Run it, tell ’em charge it to the game, like, feel free
I ain’t running from no smoke, b!tch, I’m right here
I’m taking back fades since n!ggas don’t wanna fight fair
Gotta watch my back, yeah, make sure the coast clear
Can’t get a fear when I gotta be the one feared
My pen hotter than the solar flare
For the record, ain’t no soul I fear, ain’t nothing nice
Everybody got a price and I’m owed this here
Who wanna go bar for bar? N!gga, hold my beer
Y’all n!ggas ain’t war-prepared, my sword is near
The King Arthur rap extraordinaire
I thought I told y’all n!ggas that my form was rare
The crown is mine, I’m born as the rightful heir, yeah
[Chorus]
BK n!gga, Anybody Killa
A.K.A, spray everybody wit’ ya
Won’t nobody miss ya when I take ya out the picture
By the time it hit ya, b!tch, I been that (Let’s go)
BK n!gga, Anybody Killa
A.K.A, spray everybody wit’ ya
Won’t nobody miss ya when I take ya out the picture
By the time it hit ya, b!tch, I been that
[Verse 2]
I’m on some rap Rapper-punzel s*it, tell ’em I’ll be here long
I got hands for n!ggas that bear arms
Make no mistake, I came to put some heads on the stake
Hip-hop heavyweight, eating off you n!ggas’ plate
They thought I was light work, so they sent their little mans to kill me
Thought it might work, all 2025, I hit ’em where it might hurt
Leave you boys more bars, tryna send the G-League n!ggas after the All-Star
Treat you n!ggas like I’m scrimmage playing, quit dribbling in my lane
Rap game Allen I, but we ain’t talking ’bout a game
Instead we talking ’bout practice, n!ggas got this s*it backwards
I’m a franchise player, this ain’t a even matchup
Got ’em caught up in the rapture, should’ve never bit the bait
I’m casting a wide net, y’all n!ggas don’t fit the weight
If you’re talking ’bout the greatest rappers, should be no debate
Bada$$ at the center stage, this the rap renegade
MCs tend to duck a lot ’cause they been afraid
They know who the illest spitter in the city after Nas, Big and Jigga
Never feared war, my warfare’s guerilla
Just put the camera on, I show you a real killer (Grrrrrah)
[Chorus]
BK n!gga, Anybody Killa
A.K.A, spray everybody wit’ ya
Won’t nobody miss ya when I take ya out the picture
By the time it hit ya, b!tch, I been that (Let’s go)
BK n!gga, Anybody Killa
A.K.A, spray everybody wit’ ya
Won’t nobody miss ya when I take ya out the picture
By the time it hit ya, b!tch, I been that
[Verse 3]
Who the fu*k they think they playing with?
Fu*ked around, woke up the beast, a rude awakening
Sleeping on me, made his bed, he gotta lay in it
Leave you n!ggas deceased in all white sheets
I’m on their head, I ain’t asking for the crown, b!tch, I’m taking it
The Sun still rise in the east, I know they hating it
New God flow, every verse like a sacred script
Don’t believe in TDEast, then you an atheist
The Rap Oracle, one line could make the Matrix glitch
The question rhetorical, who the King of New York is?
If it ain’t me, then who? I’ma need the proof
If n!ggas wanna try to dispute, tell ’em get in the booth
This lil’ Bada$$ n!gga breaking all the rules
Tell me who you mad at, n!gga, if it isn’t you?
I’m making all the moves n!ggas wouldn’t dare to do
I’m dangerous, got everything to prove and nothing to lose
[Outro]
BK n!gga (N!gga, n!gga)
Anybody Killa (Anybody Killa, Anybody Killa)
Take ya out the picture (Take you out the picture)
By the time it hit ya, b!tch, I been that
Who they talking to? I can’t be consumed
And I’ve been at home, let the bodies hit the floor
Been through a job and through school, I can’t be consumed
And I’ve been at home, let the bodies hit the floor
