448g.

They think its designer I pulled up
Loopy shit

The fuck they gon do with this

Her panties beside of my Jordan kicks
We just finished hoopin it

Told her bring a friend
And we Fucked around alley oop'd the bitch

Tappin in and I ain't losing shit
She was tapping out I had to tag a friend

Money flowing like a pathogen
But I never get sick of this shit

Back and forth with the packages
448 grams of that shit

Smell was leaking out the bag
Told brodie vacuum seal it off the scale

I was tryna make a deal told momma I was
Going to check the mail

Back when we was ducking jail, probation
Got us by our tail

Smoking dope I prolly failed, but never did
I see a cell

Never did you make a sale
Make niggas follow lines like it's Braille

Bend it over then I kill
Bend it over then uhh

I'm on the east side
Babygirl love how the beat ride
I met her lil ass by the Seaside
She screaming "don't rock the boat"
City got me and I got you bro

Hit that lil bitch then I gots to go, adios.
Said I hit that lil bitch then I adios
Close to your soul like yo Zapatos

Lil bro he wildin just copped the toast
So Watch your tone

Nigga, nigga, watch the throne

I'm walking on water like Jesus
I'm Treat these niggas like peasants
Fuck do you mean,
What the fuck do I mean bitch

I'm hotter than fire when grease hit
Man the look on they face so egregious



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Writer(s): Khasi Coachman
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