Fortyfive

Alright let's switch it up
Yeah
Ay
Forty five caliber I spit like a
Blicky (skrrt)
Forty five minutes of fucking
I'm bussin (uhh)
People too friendly, you know I can't trust them
Man you ain't my blood
Man you ain't my cousin
Forty five, forty five, forty five
(Skrrt)
Forty five, forty five, forty five
(Uhh)
Forty five, forty five, forty five
Minutes all it takes just so I can get a fucking high

Man Tired of the bullshit
Tired of the traps
Tired off these dumb bitches
Thinkin it's all laughs
Don't try pop a vein when your trynna make me mad
Man You gotta flex bag
If you want me to react
(Woah)

And Even then you won't ever see me fucking flop
I got a heart from my moms
And the swag from my pops
Young money addicts
Man we only talk shop
Got views from the pits
We got views from the top

Four to five thots and they'll do what I say
Fuck a nine to five man I'm trynna get paid
Fuck it I couldn't no job anyway
Cause they found THC in my fucking DNA
Ay
And That's how u know
That I'm locked in (skrt)
Till I mutha fucking the queso
You know Once I'm in rich in Austin
It'll be Double in pesos (uh)

Axe so wavy the model
Donald Duck, the way that I waddle
I Bust on the throttle
And bust on her back like a
Tabasco bottle
I'll call you mañana
Girl that means tomorrow
Fuck it, they never showed sorrow
Don't pay full attention
For the hoes that we borrow
Fuck bitches get money have you heard that motto?
(Huh)
(Have you heard that motto?)

Trynna block my shine just Like an eclipse
When I was a jit
I stayed away from the cliques
didn't want to take my headphones off
SoI fuck it, I'll learn to read lips
Im not trying to relive
I'm just witness
School of hard knocks
Yo I passed that test
Now I'm stronger than 80 crackheads with schizophrenia
You do the meth
(Ummm?)
Ay
Forty five caliber I spit like a
Blicky (skrrt)
Forty five minutes of fucking
I'm bussin (uhh)
People too friendly, man you know I can't trust them
Man you ain't my blood
Man you ain't my cousin
Forty five, forty five, forty five
(Skrrt)
Forty five, forty five, forty five
(Uhh)
Forty five, forty five, forty five
Minutes all it took just so I can get fucking high

I Get too lit
And cant make a decision
Weed and liquor
what I'm pissing
But ill still be there for the money
Like it's whistling
I got ocd
I'm a man of precision
I'm a start a petition
To ban what y'all listen
God on my side, you know I stay Christian
Man I'm pumped up like some mother fucking engine
Im so damn persistent
Man you shouldn't listen
(Yeah)

I'm with my dawgs
rolling in packs
We look at the fear and we laugh cant fall for that trap
Going incognito
They don't where I'm at
I sit back and laugh
Ha

I don't give a fuck
If you don't like this
How I talk my shit
Let's call it how it is
They don't like a young pretty Flacco exist
With words that don't miss
Put it like this

Forty five caliber I spit like a
Blicky (skrrt)
Forty five minutes of fucking
I'm bussin (uhh)
People too friendly, you know I can't trust them
Man you ain't my blood
Man you ain't my cousin
Forty five, forty five, forty five
(Skrrt)
Forty five, forty five, forty five
(Uhh)
Forty five, forty five, forty five
Minutes all it took just so I can get fucking high

And im with my dawgs
We rolling in packs
We look at the fear and we laugh cant fall for that trap
Going incognito
They don't where I'm at
I sit back and laugh
Ha
Bitch
Bitch



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Writer(s): Jason Aro, Axe Axe
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