paroles de chanson 448 - Big$hwave

Smoke out the P that's a 448
First to the breesh I aint never coming late
You aint getting no money boy you a disgrace
12 Pull me over Ima give em a chase
Call ya girl roll bouce cause I slap it then skate
3 Shots for ya Gold we call that shit tate
Smoking on cookie this shit got me baked
I'm the real wave you dirt like a lake
Niggas just talking they really aint got
Sub compact it fit in my pocket
Once I get it in motion no way you can stop it
Say you got za im copping to cop it
Pouring up drank in a 10 dollar pop
Boy ya whole fit cost less than my socks
Can't love on a hoe all these bitches is chopped
He said he want static I pull up he shocked

Rolled up a spliff now I need me a bic
Don't need shit in life but breesh and my stick
Can't love that bitch but that pussy too good
So I spit in that shit Trae Young vs the Knicks
You know I'm frontline and I move with finesse
You try to run off and I'm sending a blitz
Just vibes and grabba gave up on the woods
Good in my city downtown to the woods
Always bet on myself, put the bread on the wood
Need to get me some breesh get the fuck out the hood
KSubi the denim, Supreme for the top
Grey brim for the fitted, you know it's Red Sox

Spoke out the P that's a 448
First to the breesh I aint never coming late
You aint getting no money boy you a disgrace
12 Pull me over Ima give em a chase
Call ya girl roll bouce cause I slap it then skate
3 Shots for ya Gold we call that shit Tate
Smoking on cookie this shit got me baked
I'm the real wave you dirt like a lake
Niggas just talking they really aint got
Sub compact it fit in my pocket
Once I get it in motion no way you can stop it
Say you got za im copping to cop it