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[Intro] Still signed to the scale, nigga 448 (Ayy, Tana, FyeThatShitUp) It's LoLife mothefuckin' Blacc Let's get it [Verse] I got a fight early in the morning, finna re-up on P Ayy, with the weed it's 448, but with the lean it's PT Hundred pound touch last week, you know I sold it with ease I went baguette and emerald cut, my wrist sub zero, it freeze Wrist rocky, plus I'm sellin' broccoli and it's all profit Capital One, I just got one question, bitch, what's in your wallet? Tennis chain, this ain't no tennis game, bitch, no back and forth Box just came ain't got to sign a thing, go get it off the porch Crack his head just like a pint of red, big Crip, I'm pourin' dead I got Wock', Quagen, Tris', whatever you need, just bring thе bread F&N my spouse, I keep one cockеd, but you know how I play it F&N like Raid, I see a roach in broad day, I'ma spray it In the spot all day, your pockets empty, you ain't made no profit What's your budget? I got different flavors, cash the only option Toss it like I'm Pat Mahomes, I'm Travis Kelce catchin' boxes Beat the dope up like it's Errol Spence and now they think I'm boxin' Hit the lights, you know it's hot pursuit like it Need for Speed On a diet, now I'm liftin' weights and I'm offin' P's Praisin' me like I'm her Messiah, got her on her knees Slide with 308, but my big cuz put switch on .223 Hit the spot, pull up, you got serve, I'm not Marcus Houston I just fucked her, but she got a twin, this shit here gettin' confusing Dope so raw, touch with your bare hand, you gon' end up usin' Three spots, work off two phones, don't give fuck 'bout no music, nigga (Haha) [Outro] It's LoLife motherfuckin' Blacc Mr. 448, nigga
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- LoLife Blacc