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48 Bars

by MemoTheMafioso

on 48 Bars (2018)

Ima make a hunnid bandz by my fuckin self
All I really need is guap, I want nothing else
You be talking hella crazy, need some fucking help
Better watch yo mouth, n who u dissin, before you ducking shells

Everybody love to hate when they take an L
I hit yo bitch everyday if she suck it well
Bet you prolly got no hoes, cuz u fuck and tell
I'm the type to fuck yo babymomma, keep it to myself

Why you acting on a track, like its tv?
All my brothers popping out, like its 3D
They be hating, but they really wanna be me
I feel like John Cena cuz they never wanna see me

Talk shit in every song, it's a diss track
But if you dissin on my name you get bitch slapped
If u really want my fade we can get that
Bzy got tha strap, hell knock ya homies shit back

Why they braggin bouta 4, but only dropped 2?
Broke boy smoking blacks like the cops do
N if you rocking wit the opps, you get mopped too
Big Brodie pull up wit the Glocks, and the chops too

You got straps, but you never doing nothing wit it
Stop posing for tha gram, always bluffin wit it
Back then, I remember you was never wit it
Talking bout licks, but we all know that you never hit it

Bitch I been about my shit, it ain't nothing new
I remember selling packs in my middle school
N if we talking bout licks, bet I hit a few
N if I licked you, you should know it's cuz I needed too

Bitch I got 2 hands, I don't need a tool
Sock him out lunch time, while he eating food
I ain being rude, bitch I'm jus speaking truth
Got yo main hoe on my dick, and she eat it too

Good brain, I can't fuck wit no dumb bitch
I swear to god I'm allergic to a bum bitch
Treat money like some pussy, make it cum quick
I ain't fucking wit no broke bitch, wit no blue strips

She ain bringing me no bread, then she useless
Dumb hoes hella broke cuz they clueless
Why u flexin wit a gun? u never shoot shit
Stakx hella Eazy wit a straps, he be Ruthless

I ain Rollin wit a bitch less she ride wit me
When tha time come, bitch a better slide wit me
Pistol in her purse, bet she do tha time for me
If we gotta buss, than I know tha bitch a die for me

I ain lying bout dis shit, I could show u
U throwing dirt on my name, that's what hoes do
Who ever dissin on the bros, they some hoes too
Why the fuck u speaking on our names, we don know you, bitch