First 48 Lyrics

Jack the opps and his life we take it

Run down get fried like bacon

Chop up your body then send it to haitians

No ambulance cause it ain't no patients

We leave you dead nigga, flat line death bed

Nigga said I was walking with cops, you know I was not

Can't wait to see you head to head nigga

Let's talk the facts, Ty Benji died he ain't coming back

Beefing with us you get turned to a pack

Cin Munna got stabbed he ain't tryna get back

We in the field no lacking, bro throw like the Green Bay Packers

He YGK and you just gotta cap him, I ain't shooting from 3, coming in for the basket

He keep saying my name, just know Edai Gunz got aim

And I won't miss I'm a beast you can't tame

He got no pole, brodie up that flame

Cause now we got new opps, say my name that just might get you shot

Got a 30, almost fouled you know my bop, and we still OYK we cannot stop

I know Rah Rah gon fix him, yo that's B Lovee? Tmac hop out and blitz him

It's a couple opps that a might stab your sister

Ty Benji mark him you know bout my system

When we hop out better lay low, this ain't no 40 bitch this is a draco

Spin at 6:30 we looking for Jay O, RPT playing with guns like this Halo

But how can I stop, opp treesha and she giving us mop

Driving the boat and she move like a thot

End beef with MB, Pablo talking to cops

Like, shorty she jacking the Gz, she holding the chop, she driving the boat

We told the 3rd link up, they ain't never got back, boy Cin got poked

And we spinning the Rey side, and we got two V's, and we looking for Sose

Lil Mali ran rick on his bros, he did in the back when his brother died

And I'm with the Gz moving vicious, hop out if he moving suspicious

Told Lotti fall back ima clip him, if I don't, Tdot gon get him

YGK this and YGK that, ya never laid hands on a gunna

Pull up make it hot like the summer, shorty a thot she fuck me and D Stunna

We don't do the link ups, we score they hot, run up shots fired tell them niggas keep up

She a fucking thottie, Tdot go first, Edai he second, pass it off to Lotti

Lil treesh gon fuck off the migos, pass it to Edai he gon let heat throw

Two, three shots like a free throw, empty the clip the Glock it might reload

How can I lack I got Jackie? Squeezing the trigger that sound like me happy

Jamal you was feening to dap me, mamon YGK so I upped it and blasted

Don't trip get put in a casket, your shooter can't shoot if he play for the Mavericks

If I don't got the pole then I stab it, jacking he shot 22 he ain't clap shit

Set a opp then I'm backing out the grip

38 so ain't no running rick

Big gun with a different type of kick

One a stow with like 15 in the clip

I told bro just pass me the knocka, spin through the Bridge and we shooting up Ogden

On the net then we talking some nonsense, you spinning my block then I'm making your car flip

OYK see the shit that ya started, me and my guns yea we purging retarded

Set the pick and I'm shooting like Harden, don't fuck around and get wet like a garden

Bitch she pass me the yerky, I'm off a hit and I'm still moving sturdy

Dthang with me and he moving real purgy, Lotti with me and he gone off a 30