paroles de chanson First 48 (feat. Kain2e & MIA Beaz) - MIA Beaz , rrxt

All them niggas broke.
Huh they is not rich.
You ain't never touched a 20 ball offa i6.
Ina zone speed racin 2 scats like a sidekick
Quick to up a heater
If a pussy try to touch my kit
Niggas think i'm lackin
I'm steady ridin wit that tweak on me.
Beam on me,
Let stupid nigga try to think on me
Ion wanna fuck
So you know i put the team on em
We den slide 3 times
And we ain't see yo homie.
Nigga tryna dodge all the shots
Like he in matrix.
Ian even fuck yo bitch but you steady hatin?
Coulda did to
Bitch was just known fa all that caking.
Betta watch who you around
Cause all the niggas snakin.
Whole 100 shots
Told lil bro we dumping mags.
Aye fucc btf we know them niggas f
Poured a 8,
Gotta watch my step i feel lightheaded
I'll say this shit again
He don't be ona 7.
Aye book bag so stuff
They think i carry round a drac
Make a nigga famous we left em first 48.
Ridin round tha scat tires fucked so we skate.
Ain't no niggas in my circe
Tryna eat up off my plate.
It get active ina field strap yo pads on.
Doggy ass got up wit tha beam
Like we at zapzone.
Ironic how i make 20 juggin off this iphone.
This shit won't beep once
You won't even hear a ringtone.
Fucc a iphone we trapping off a ringer
New bad bitch
Said when i fucc her she a singer
Drac got lug nuts dat lil nigga a stinger
Set the play on that bitch
But i don't een wanna see her
Cuz she gon die
U ain't set me up bitch u a lie
Drac bullets hit 'em guarantee he gon cry
Pussc nigga talking he got with that fye
And ian never throw up shit
Bitch i stay dropping fives
Free my nigga kaine he in that cell
If the judge come thru
We gon get him out on bail
And i'm making it with this rap shit
Bitch it's gon prevail
And i promise that
Draco hollow tips send u where god at
I cant fucc with no bitch these hoes ain got no guidance
U ain never step on shit,
Bitch all that lying better stop it
Come outside
U gon get yo fuccin face stomped in bitch
Cuz ion fucc with all that rat shit
New bad bitch said that she like i be on rap shit
Feel like carti lil nigga i just got catfished
Sike naw i can't fall for that dumb shit
U niggas hoes and y'all lying,
Y'all fr be on cap shit
All I need to make a band is a iPhone
He don't dance
The Glock will strip his ass if his ice on
This yo man's?
I heard he was a snake
You better watch yo back
Niggas pocket watching
Yes I get bands I'm all about a rack
3 point stance in the field I'm all about a sack
All in yo bitch she a rat I'm finna blow her back
If shit get hot he got a fan you know he blowing back
Just like rio said
I need a fan to help me blow a rack
He walked up to my bitch
I sat back and watched her hoe his ass
He owe me money
It ain't about the pape lil bitch is more than that
I got this juice
It's straight up out the jungle
So I'm pouring that
Yo bitch seen my pocket
Fat as fuck I guess she foreign to that
200 on the dash that mean I'm flooring that
If Brodie catch you on a island
That mean he scoring that
She is no good
I wouldn't kiss the hoe with her whoring ass
I could probably
Catch yo man's in the field with his corn ass
4 up on my arm cause I was born last
I running through the storm
I ain't have no mask
Niggas said he goin kill me
He ain't got no mag
I stepped up and dicked down his momma
He ain't have no dad