48458 lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
So many tools in this b*tch, n*gga, Handy Mandy
Bro a demon with his Glock, he'll probably pop your granny
n*gga, you ain't never popped sh*t but a f*ckin' Xanny
Put these phones in your name, we gon' take 'em to Ramsey
I ain't never had sh*t, why I'm actin' fancy
You don't even got more money than my uncle Danny
Ten bands, all dubs on me, think I need a fanny
n*gga tried one of my n*ggas, got his ass canceled

[Verse 2: YSR Dee Rich]
I'ma keep on rappin' 'til I get a deal
But if I don't, I'ma still have a bag to sell
Them b*tches comin' in a tote with a loud smell
Bro introduced me to the— I was glad as hell
Bro got four or five R's and they hold sixty
I'm quick to leave a pus*y n*gga like he ain't come with me
Drop fifty, keep fifty, brought a hun' with me
Free Kannon, every day, he kept a drum with him

[Verse 3: Driveway Baby]
If we got a problem, though, you can come and fix it
AR and the micro Drac', it look like a midget
We some wolves in the jungle, we'll get vicious
Knot balled in my Amiris, it look like a biscuit
Driver got deducted, he went over the speed limit
b*tch, I'm locked and loaded, I gotta stay on my pivot
Takin' chances, couldn't tell you how many times I risked it
I'm a hardhead-ass n*gga, I ain't never listened
[Verse 4: YSR Loski]
Pulled up on a 'bow play, this sh*t lookin' iffy
And I bought some real Pink Runtz with a blank giffy
Shoot a n*gga so many times 'til I seen stiffy
We chargin' extra for the eighthies when we in Ypsi'
We ain't all gotta be strapped 'cause I got fifty
He just rerocked a pint, it's thicker than Jiffy
Leave your head in your lap, I think we all hit him
You can tell my n*gga shinin' like a bald n*gga

[Verse 5: YSR Pitt]
He rolled a skimpy-ass 'Wood, see, that n*gga dizzy
Like we won a championship game, my n*gga help me drench him
Sick this b*tch don't never want no money, just wanna drink some liquor
Sick this b*tch keep makin' me miss plays, I'm finna have to kill her
This n*gga lyin' in his rap, he ain't no drug dealer
Better hope somebody come sign him 'fore the slugs get him
No, we ain't f*ckin' on the bed, we on the rug with it
Better be careful who you with, my brodie plug n*ggas

[Verse 6: YSR Gramz]
Your brother ain't sh*t, my brother a drug dealer
No, she cannot stay a night, 'cause she love stealin'
Y'all n*ggas gay as hell, man, I love women
Why these n*ggas always snitchin'? n*gga, mind your business
n*gga, send it to my crib, n*gga, you can mail it
Oh, you got some White Runtz? n*gga, let me smell it
Oh, you grow a lot of weed? You should let me sell it
AI of this rap scene, n*gga, come and check me