458 Lyrics

Wrapped the 458 lime green

Shit, they thinking bout suin me

Bitch I been getting blue hunnids

There ain't nothing you can do to me

Keep a gun on my side

With 3 more shooters in the backseat

All the windows down, chasing money

'Cause bitch we gotta eat

Fuck her from the back

You know she like that shit

See me in public, they take pics

Bitch, you know I like that shit

I don't smoke no more

So nah I ain't tryna hit

Ion even know who you are

So nah I ain't even tryna hit

Dates at Nobu, shopping in Paris

Big ass chains, lots of carats

Doing all this for my parents

Uh uh

Funny no one believed in me

Now they all screaming my name

Sold out show in Hawaii

Bitch I need my lei

Millions and millions in payments

Deposit is my new favorite word

I got endorsements from companies

All without saying a word

I get you wiped off the Earth

All without saying a word

All it takes is a finger raise

And my boys will shhh

Silencer you won't hear it coming

Hollow tips out the barrel

Shots sound like laughing, that shit funny

Call it Will Ferrell

My Brothers by my side

And you know they love to Step

Bandana on my side, yeah

Bitch you know I rep

My car fast, yeah I can keep up

Get out my business, I know you peep stuff

I don't do talking, ain't no preacher

Get you whacked if you reach, bruh

I don't do pills, I ain't geeked up

She give good head, she a teacher

Her name mol-, I mean Alicia

Don't got my gun you get beat up

Bitch