FORTYFIVE Lyrics

Alright let's switch it up

Yeah

Ay

Forty five caliber I spit like a

Blicky (skrrt)

Forty five minutes of fucking

I'm bussin (uhh)

People too friendly, you know I can't trust them

Man you ain't my blood

Man you ain't my cousin

Forty five, forty five, forty five

(Skrrt)

Forty five, forty five, forty five

(Uhh)

Forty five, forty five, forty five

Minutes all it takes just so I can get a fucking high

Man Tired of the bullshit

Tired of the traps

Tired off these dumb bitches

Thinkin it's all laughs

Don't try pop a vein when your trynna make me mad

Man You gotta flex bag

If you want me to react

(Woah)

And Even then you won't ever see me fucking flop

I got a heart from my moms

And the swag from my pops

Young money addicts

Man we only talk shop

Got views from the pits

We got views from the top

Four to five thots and they'll do what I say

Fuck a nine to five man I'm trynna get paid

Fuck it I couldn't no job anyway

Cause they found THC in my fucking DNA

Ay

And That's how u know

That I'm locked in (skrt)

Till I mutha fucking the queso

You know Once I'm in rich in Austin

It'll be Double in pesos (uh)

Axe so wavy the model

Donald Duck, the way that I waddle

I Bust on the throttle

And bust on her back like a

Tabasco bottle

I'll call you mañana

Girl that means tomorrow

Fuck it, they never showed sorrow

Don't pay full attention

For the hoes that we borrow

Fuck bitches get money have you heard that motto ?

(Huh)

(Have you heard that motto?)

Trynna block my shine just Like an eclipse

When I was a jit

I stayed away from the cliques

didn't want to take my headphones off

SoI fuck it, I'll learn to read lips

Im not trying to relive

I'm just witness

School of hard knocks

Yo I passed that test

Now I'm stronger than 80 crackheads with schizophrenia

You do the meth

(Ummm?)

Ay

Forty five caliber I spit like a

Blicky (skrrt)

Forty five minutes of fucking

I'm bussin (uhh)

People too friendly, man you know I can't trust them

Man you ain't my blood

Man you ain't my cousin

Forty five, forty five, forty five

(Skrrt)

Forty five, forty five, forty five

(Uhh)

Forty five, forty five, forty five

Minutes all it took just so I can get fucking high

I Get too lit

And cant make a decision

Weed and liquor

what I'm pissing

But ill still be there for the money

Like it's whistling

I got ocd

I'm a man of precision

I'm a start a petition

To ban what y'all listen

God on my side, you know I stay Christian

Man I'm pumped up like some mother fucking engine

Im so damn persistent

Man you shouldn't listen

(Yeah)

I'm with my dawgs

rolling in packs

We look at the fear and we laugh cant fall for that trap

Going incognito

They don't where I'm at

I sit back and laugh

Ha

I don't give a fuck

If you don't like this

How I talk my shit

Let's call it how it is

They don't like a young pretty Flacco exist

With words that don't miss

Put it like this

Forty five caliber I spit like a

Blicky (skrrt)

Forty five minutes of fucking

I'm bussin (uhh)

People too friendly, you know I can't trust them

Man you ain't my blood

Man you ain't my cousin

Forty five, forty five, forty five

(Skrrt)

Forty five, forty five, forty five

(Uhh)

Forty five, forty five, forty five

Minutes all it took just so I can get fucking high

And im with my dawgs

We rolling in packs

We look at the fear and we laugh cant fall for that trap

Going incognito

They don't where I'm at

I sit back and laugh

Ha

Bitch

Bitch