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freeco - 448, pt. 2 lyrics

[verse 1]
income my only outcome
448 go again then it’s outdone
opp send a shot but he really ain’t bout none
we spin again, and we looking for loved ones
put my old b-tch in the past
nice guys always finish last
in the z, we almost crashed
i missed out the window, let’s spin it again
my time coming, i might get a rolex
pushing out pounds, i’m working out i need a boflex
saks fifth, where we gon go next?
feds kick the spot for glocks, told my brother to hold that
i’m on yo’ block and i’m packing the heat
the bloods & blue know what’s brackin’ wit me
you ain’t no thug n-gga, why you cappin’ to me?
yeah he got touched, but that ain’t happen to me
who this lil n-gga, yo’ og?
beefin’ with me i don’t really think this know me
i was the one that these n-ggas was callin to spin on your block wit’ the 5th in my forty
i was the one that was singin’ to b-tches and got all these n-ggas screamin’ out vlonely
now i’m back all on my bullsh-t
i catch a opp, imma send his -ss straight to the nosebleeds
step back spin ima score
got 100s, on 50s, and 20s but i need some more
100% i -ssure
i had to cut ties imma give all the streets back they wh0r-s
cut throat knife & a fork
i’m really wit’ k!llas that’s sending n-ggas to the morgue
glock 30s that .45, jordan
opps sending shots but them n-ggas ain’t scoring
b-tch i’m on backstreet serving that straight drop
thought we was beefin’ till he got his face shot
i cought that n-gga lackin then his face dropped
heard cuz was what heard cuz was way hot
448 got a pound in the bag
that n-gga ain’t shootin cuz he gotta pro-mag
gt up next, yeah b-tch i know that
23 shots, make his jersey a throwback

- freeco lyrics

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