48 Bars lyrics

[VERSE 1]
Oh thats your mans he pus*y just like a b*tch
Im the type to shoot the gun you passin it for assists
Really sliding when we fighting we never gon do the skits
And its still f*ck the fags Free belly that's on the clique
We gonna bounce out with cannons f*ck cases gon let it drip
I don't speak no pig latin i ain't ever gon be a snitch
How you ratting on your bro's im known to plead the fith
I ain't tellin n*ggas nothin on Erik i keep it stiched
Body for a body im squeezin it till it clicks
Told my brother take a breather i got it up on my hip
If any n*gga got a problem just call me ill take the trip
Them other n*ggas just be talkin they mouthin and ain't doin sh*t
Im a king in my city so b*tch i get respect
And all the b*tches be on me too they just begging to give me neck
You can't get this di*k again unless pus*y come with a check
Tell your n*gga he a goofy for claimin he on the set
Its a K-Da in the back but im still riding round with a tec
All these n*ggas straight pus*y they see me they gettin wrecked
It ain't nothin below the waist we be shooting up towards the neck
So when i catch him he gon die these bullets go through the flesh
If i bounce out and start shootin my killas gon do the rest
I can't let these n*ggas take me im vouching we the best
Couple shooters with me daily we sliding we leave a mess
Still the P to the Reg im claimin it to the death
Any n*gga got a issue im ready just like a vet
I just do this sh*t for mines i dont do it for the Rep
You can catch me out in traffic with n*ggas all to the neck
Either way you ain't sliding witch is the reason we never met
And i ain't stepping on nobody im just speaking out the chest
Gotta let these n*ggas know we on em and thats on the set
And f*ck you dead homies im prayin you gon wreck
If you want beef with me then yo partnas gon lay to rest n*gga
If you want beef with me then yo partnas gon lay to rest
If you want beef with me then yo partnas gon lay to rest n*gga
Trippin on them n*ggas for acting like they gon slide
Half my n*ggas dead and gon but my n*ggas but they will never lie
I got three for every n*gga like curry that cross the line
All you n*ggas straight b*tches im posted ain't hard to find
Told my b*tch if i get cought she crashin and doin the time
Cause i been waiting on my chance for these labels to let me sign
We ain't ever going back can't revers just like the time
Any suckers try to get me then murder will be the crime
Finna snatch a n*ggas soul cause n*ggas ain't snitchin mine
I'll die for my respect real drillas is hard to find
Trynna catch a n*gga loafin and hit him whats on his mind
This is more than just a rap and i meant it in every line