48's Lyrics

Is it wrong if I up the score

Is it wrong if I call your bitch a whore

Damn, it's cold outside, let me close up my phores

Damn, it's snakes outside, let me close my door

I Can never kick it with the fakes

Nah, I'm on some different shit

Niggas talkin' on the Gram

Meet 'em with a blitz if she got ass i could give a fuck about the tits

One of yo kids look like a fat nigga, i call em tubby

Bitch i'm a dog, I ain't trying to be your hubby

The other kid ugly as hell look like a gremlin

Ha, Yeah, I call em lil Kodak

How much did i spend on this chain? Nigga about a rack

If your bitch come near me then i'm fucking her

And that's a fact

Ha, Is it wrong if I up the score

Is it wrong if I call your bitch a whore

Damn, it's cold outside, let me close up my phores

Damn, it's snakes outside, let me close my door

Cause i can't kick it with the fakes

Running from the Johnny's, they a bunch of jakes

Yeah, bitch, I know I've said this in my song, but nigga, fuck you

Yeah, bitch, don't put your hands out

I don't wanna hug you

I'm 16 and I'm spitting 32s

I got this one chopper and it go do-do-do, do-do-do

I low key like how this shit sound

Bitch, wanna say my name

I'm like, say it loud

Nigga, play with me

I swear to God, I'll send them to the clouds

Or I'll send them six feet deep

If we in my momma house, bitch, I better not hear a peep

Told you niggas once before

I'm a goat, not a sheep

If I see a opp i swear to god then it's rest in peace

Is it wrong if I up the score

Is it wrong if I call you a bitch or a whore

Damn, it's cold outside

Let me close up my phores

Damn, it's snakes outside

Let me close my door

Cause I can kick it with the fakes

Running from the Johnny's, they a bunch of jakes

Yeah bitch, I know I've said this in my song, but nigga, fuck you

Yeah, bitch, don't put your hands out

Yeah, bitch, don't put your hands up

I don't wanna hug you

I was 16 at the time when i spit a 32

Now I'm at the studio

And I know what to do

Now i'm 17 and i'm spitting 48's

Yeah I'm hungry for the studio

And she said i ate

She said i thought you ate

I said what

I said what, I remember when i was younger

I wanted to be the goose not the duck

If you want to come try me then just come test your luck

Ha, Is it wrong if I up the score

Is it wrong if I call your bitch a whore

Damn, it's cold outside, let me close up my phores

Damn, it's snakes outside, let me close my door

Cause i can't kick it with the fakes

Running from the Johnny's, they a bunch of jakes

Yeah, bitch, I know I've said this in my song, but nigga, fuck you

Yeah, bitch, don't put your hands out

I don't wanna hug you