448 ft. B0a Lyrics

Ok I see the way it's going down

Let me start swimming in this bitch you think I'm going drown

Let me start ruling in this bitch and I don't need a crown

Hurting feelings nothing general how I let em down

Like my beat banging make em hit the ground

Sounding like the subwoofer's letting off some rounds

B0A on the track running like a greyhound

Call my style 448, ya its straight pound

Treating me just like a stick-up, watch em lay down

Whisper missing me, this fucking monster from a small town

Once was lost but now I'm found, recognize the truth

Use my pain fighting demons in the booth

Didn't come here for no smoke, but watch these mother fuckers poof

Ya I let em live too long, I admit it was a goof

God I know you're on my side, should I give a little proof

Sending selfies in the penthouse, salutations from the roof

All these rap cats are lying, I'm a fuckin sabertooth

And I'm coming for the game like time is coming for your youth

A cold wild mother fucker, better put on your Duluth

With my dick out in the game, I should talk to doctor Ruth

It's like ok, I know what you niggas gotta say

Wrist whipping, chain dripping, throwing some AK's

Money flipping, bitch tripping, what kind of script you getting

And can't forget to talk about all the lean you sipping

Throwing stacks up in the strip club, you know to pimpin' that's just trickin'

Not understanding me, they landing me I'm on a mission

In my own lane, but shit I might as well, I'm pole position

Throwing lines of hook, it's like this country boy, just going fishing

Call my style 448, ya its straight pound

Treating me just like a stick-up,

Watch em lay down