448

[Chorus]
448 and a 'bow, I'm tryna sell it all
I got a gun on me right now, you gotta make a call
Before I ever bought a gun, I was breakin' jaws
He found out I fucked his bitch, now he punchin' walls
I-I ain't finna pay for it, I'm finna punch it all
Get your bitch ass stomped on like Stomp the Yard
Tell your favorite Flint rapper to go bar for bar
I'm on some pink slip shit, let's go car for car

[Verse]
This a five gram 'Wood, not no cigar
I'll slide down your block with a big AR
They put bro on a box like a VCR
She put her lips on my dick like CPR
I called bro and told him, "I ain't goin' broke again"
Bro finessed for ten P's, he got the Joker grin
Bro caught an opp yesterday, we had to toast to it
I had to calm lil' buzz down, he wanna bust some shit
I just placed an order three days bеfore the 'bows hit
He was bringin' hoеs to his crib and got his door kicked
Bro done did so much dirt, he tryna go legit
I had to hustle for this bankroll, I never stole shit
The way bro shoot this bitch, he got a golden clip
Why the fuck you cuff her? She did the hoest shit
Book-booked an eight hour session, finna blow a zip
I'm drinkin' Tris right now, twenty-five a sip
You-you gon' get your ass whacked, nigga, you always lackin'
They know YSR Gramz always out in traffic
I remember granny was trippin' on me, I had too much traffic
I only hang with real niggas and niggas 'bout that action
A nigga take somethin' from me, he better bring it back
I don't fuck with dog music in the city 'cause he a capper
The way that nigga ran when we slid, he Lamar Jackson
Skino in my ear, keep rappin' and keep taxin'
The-the way she eat the dick up, she gon' need a napkin
I should work for FedEx the way I'm sendin' packages
I can break a bitch heart 'cause I pay for damages
Bro shoot with a mask on like he rip helmets

[Chorus]
448 and a 'bow, I'm tryna sell it all
I got a gun on me right now, you gotta make a call
Before I ever bought a gun, I was breakin' jaws
He found out I fucked his bitch, now he punchin' walls
I-I ain't finna pay for it, I'm finna punch it all
Get your bitch ass stomped on like Stomp the Yard
Tell your favorite Flint rapper to go bar for bar
I'm on some pink slip shit, let's go car for car