448 Lyrics

From the mail straight to the scale, make sure that weight 448

If it say 447 he'll be on first 48

I need a bell, got clientele and I ain't trying to make them wait

This bitch hold 50 tweaking cocked it twice so he caught 48

Let's spin again, they like Swerv, you tweaking out

You up, just spend a ten, I won't spin shit but a bin

Catch him lacking, get to crackin shoot at him and all his friends

30 shots in every flrrrd bitch I'm gon' shoot until the end

These Glocks ain't twins, they different gins

Fuck an ABC, I know AK, I know FN

I just popped a perk, I'm 30'd up, bitch, fuck a ten

My plug, be speakin Spanish saying shit I can't comprehend

I'm drunk as fuck, keep fucking up, aye Bezzle punched me in

Matter of fact, just keep it going

Everry blick came with a bottom just press that bitch and get the blowing

My luh shooters, they elite, you can't compete, we just keep scoring

Monday night, shit'll get raw, come slime you out like Randy Orrin

From the mail straight to the scale, make sure that weigh 448

If it say 447 he'll be on first 48

I need a bell, got clientele and I ain't trying to make them wait

This bitch hold 50 tweaking, cocked it twice so he caught 48

Let's spin again, they like Swerv, you tweaking out

You up, just spend a ten, I won't spin shit but a bin

Catch him lacking, get to crackin shoot at him and all his friends

30 shots in every fled bitch I'm gon' shoot until the end

These Glocks ain't twins, they different gins

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