48 Bars - MemoTheMafioso

Aye, ima make a hunnid bandz by my fuckin' self

All I really need is guap, I want nothin' else

You be talkin' hella crazy, need some fuckin' help

Better watch yo' mouth, and who you dissin', before you duckin' shells

Everybody love to hate when they take an L

I hit yo' bitch everyday and she suck it well

Bet you prolly got no hoes, cause you fuck and tell

I’m the type to fuck yo' babymomma, keep it to myself

Why you actin' on a track, like it’s tv?

All my brothers poppin' out, like it’s 3D

They be hatin', but they really wanna be me

I feel like John Cena cause they never wanna see me

Talk shit in every song, it’s a diss track

But if you dissin' on my name you get bitch slapped

If you really want my fade we can get that

Beezy got the strap, he’ll knock ya' homie’s shit back

Why they braggin' bouta 4, only dropped 2?

Broke boy smokin' blacks like the cops do

And if you rockin' wit the opps, you get mopped too

Big Brodie pull up wit the Glocks, and the chops too

Got straps, but you never doin' nothin' wit it

Stop posin' for the gram, always bluffin' wit it

Back then, I remember you was never wit it

Talkin' bout licks, but we all know that you never hit it

Bitch I been about my shit, it ain’t nothin' new

I remember sellin' packs in my middle school

And if we talkin' bout licks, bet I hit a few

And if I licked you, you should know it’s cause I needed to

Bitch I got 2 hands, I don’t need a tool

Sock him out lunch time, while he eatin' food

I ain’t being rude, bitch I’m jus speakin' truth

Got yo' main hoe on my dick, and she eat it too

Good brain, I can’t fuck wit no dumb bitch

I swear to God I’m allergic to a bum bitch

Treat money like some pussy, make it cum quick

I ain’t fuckin' wit no broke bitch, wit no blue strips

She ain’t bringin' me no bread, then she useless

Dumb hoes hella broke cause they clueless

Why you flexin' wit a gun?

Never shoot shit

Stakx hella Eazy wit a strap, he be ruthless

I ain’t rollin' wit a bitch less she ride wit me

When the time come, bitch better slide wit me

Pistol in her purse, bet she do the time for me

If we gotta buss, than I know the bitch a die for me

I ain’t lying 'bout this shit, I could show you

You throwin' dirt on my name, that’s what hoes do

Who ever dissin' on the bros, they some hoes too

Why the fuck you speakin' on our names, we don’t know you, Bitch