45 Lyrics

Real deal pain pills swerving the whip feel ill

Give a fuck how you feel scythe on a rosary diamonds teal

Young nigga from the met for real you could really make racks out here

You could really get clapped out here .45 in my lap real steal

1911 four, five pills sleep right into heaven she on her knees she don't pray to the reverend

Jet Li K with a knife lethal weapon

7.62 fly right through your melon

Your shooters can't even shoot right over zealous

Venture through her seas Magellan she might keep it real who telling could of had a fun night but she jealous

From the Met get murked

From the mud Joe Dirt from the soot Kro Dirt

Perc 30s make my stomach hurt lil thot playing games like she won't get hurt

My brain going wild like my brain don't work right mossberg to the brain like Kurt, right

She did me how I did her, right L m a o that shit hurt, right

Backwood rolled tight slow, burn get smoked turned to ash no urn

Way I'm smoking this gas absurd the way she shaking that ass absurd

Half a Y21 I'm stuck can't get up call life alert

Real deal pain pills swerving the whip feel ill

Give a fuck how you feel scythe on a rosary diamonds teal

Young nigga from the met for real you could really make racks out here

You could really get clapped out here .45 in my lap real steal

1911 four, five pills sleep right into heaven she on her knees she don't pray to the reverend

Jet Li K with a knife lethal weapon

7.62 fly right through your melon

Your shooters can't even shoot right over zealous

Venture through her seas Magellan she might keep it real who telling could of had a fun night but she jealous