[Intro: Blitz2gz Halftime730]
(Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy, that's probably Tago)
Now I'm talking about top rap in this bitch with my goddamn 448 boy
Whole lotta drug dealer, whole lotta killer (Gang), (Gang)
Now on the top of this you feel me, for full of the 448 movement, you heard that (Gang)
(Sick!) (Slatt)
(Gang, gang, gang)
(Gang, gang, gang)
Grr-pow, (grr-pow)
[Chorus: Blitz2gz]
We gon' spin his block, with a lot of sticks (Pow-pow)
The whole gang turned up on some whole lotta shit (Turn up)
Them pills, to pack em, yeah, n***a staring, popping shit (Pop, pop)
You say you trappin', could they cappin', where's your perfect bitch? (Where's that?)
We gon' spin his block, with a lot of sticks (Pow-pow)
The whole gang turned up on some whole lotta shit (Turn up)
Them pills, to pack em, yeah, n***a staring, popping shit (Pop, pop)
You say you trappin', could they cappin', where's your perfect bitch? (Where's that?)
[Verse 1: Halftime730]
No cap
You play wit that gang, you'll clout (Boom)
Young n***a sell [?]
And a bitch ass DM a loud (On God)
And your free ass dirty out (Free ass)
Tryna keep, them gon' shoot it out
Bitch your ass get stoned at the club (On God)
I just tryna catch the fish and slow (Prr)
Double ass, not dope
We won't smash own
Catch em down, bang, while he walking
Hit the gas own (Bih')
At the red dot making perfect
Keep a bag going
You could can't shop
You know I got it (Know I got it)
When you want can't get it (Can't get it)
Hit a n***a, blow with a semi (Grr-blow)
Hit a n***a, blow with a 10 (Yeah)
Push a bitch on air (On God)
You play on the game and you're dead (Dead)
Pull up a bad ass on your head (On God)
You play on the game and you're dead
Pull up a bad ass on your head (On gang)
Started on your block with a glizzy on me
Might kill your bitch, homie (Grr, pow-pow)
[Chorus: Blitz2gz]
We gon' spin his block, with a lot of sticks (Pow-pow)
The whole gang turned up on some whole lotta shit (Turn up)
Them pills, to pack em, yeah, n***a staring, popping shit (Pop, pop)
You say you trappin', could they cappin', where's your perfect bitch? (Where's that?)
We gon' spin his block, with a lot of sticks (Pow-pow)
The whole gang turned up on some whole lotta shit (Turn up)
Them pills, to pack em, yeah, n***a staring, popping shit (Pop, pop)
You say you trappin', could they cappin', where's your perfect bitch? (Where's that?)
[Verse 2: Blitz2gz]
(About the present)
I started trippin', when ain't no bitches lickin' at my fellas (Pow)
I hit the dash soon I started picking (Dirt)
The homie keep telling dash started dealing (Shut up)
We keep a secret, with me on the mission had timers and shots did that n***a mean (Pow)
I sent a hundred shoots spin back (Skrr)
When I was just seeing I never get it back (Get it back)
And I was just seeing I never get it back (Get it back)
Took a Ku and never get it back (Get it back)
I've just been trappin' and swerving everyday (I'm trippin')
They ass be instant catching on a key (That ass)
Murda put it into a face (Blow)
And block a lot post the way you say (Block)
Bought a toy in front onto your face (Boom)
Fuck y'all n***as made them move away (Made them go)
I got n***as trynna beat the key (For real)
N***a still fight to this day (For real)
Can't fuck with this n***as, this n***as gay (Fuck'em)
N***as fool, I can't dinner plate (Give up)
Took a block and [?]
Down talking is the way you get bit (Gang)
Saying buddy, boy no you ain't no street (Nah')
Young n***a sippin' ass and ain't for feed (Pow)
And I'm in the block with the whole lotta shooters (Shooters)
A lot of sticks a lot of rubbers (Pum-pum)
Then go black and forth can't [?]
My n***a buy actions, pull up, they gon' shootcha (Pow)
So if they press up better b bye (B bye)
[?]
In the mall for the shooters for real (The mall)
These n***as are shooters for real (Pum-pum)
These bitches gon' fuck for B-roll (For real)
They fucking get bad on the d-low (Bad)
These hoes [?]
Said fuck a band but you a nemo (Gimme that)
With the butcha bitch shoot a red dot (Bad)
Give a soda drink like a head going (Huh')
The red [?]
They cold place and they I ain't home (Outta hell)
[Verse 3: 448Debiase]
Debiase, (Debiase)
Yeah, Yeah
Debiase really pop shit (Prr)
Had time to own chopsticks (Grr)
Send a black and get your black hit (Oh Yeah)
750 on the outfit (Yeah)
And double-in the whole outfit (Whole Ouu)
Double ass just on da Gucci store ([?])
Fucking that bitch I [?] her (Ouu)
Is the 448 Universe
Draco win a Chop (Chop!)
Get a pussy n***a wet (Pussy)
For trynna run out for the pack (Pack)
Mr. [Fenny?] with the egg (Egg)
Young point back to back (Back)
Blood gang n***a bleed (Slatt)
Slime boy n***a slatt (Slatt)
[?]
TPAHP but out my dawg and that's a fact (Facts)
I got chop with me, you won't chop shit (Yeah)
A hundred rounds on their mobstick (Grr)
Get a n***a on block kill (Hum')
In the trap making bloods fill (Yeah)
Gang here for my white bitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Debiase (Debiase)
[Outro: Blitz2gz, 448Debiase & Halftime730 ]
Slatt (slatt, slatt)
N***a bitch
Ha-ha-ha. Put your hands up right now, put your motherfucking hands up right now. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Gang
Get me out the boof right now, stick over right now, Don't get your [?] n***a. Free [?] campaign n***a
That n***a scared
448 Universe n***a. [?]
It ain't no cap on my rap
With all this boof
On gang
