48 (feat. Saud G)

(Alpha)

(Word to my mother, Turtle)

How could you diss if the bros had you duckin' and dodgin' your head? Like

Freak bitch be with the opps, she brought Mikey Row, but she lay in my bed

He tried to push up on me, bullets start flyin' right past, **** thought he was dead (Like)

The opps linkin' up with the opps, don't give a fuck about no triple threat

4-48 rock 'em to bed, push up on me, that's how **** meet death

Dre got shot in his leg, I know **** mad they can't link up with Steph

Sammy got shot in the chest

(Other boy neck on the bench)

I'm-I'm tryna bend through the F, he get shot in his back if he jack MBF

I'ma aim for his head, I don't care for a vest

Bullets leavin' him stink, **** died with a stench

Don't drive through that one-way 'cause you gettin' stretched

If I threw at the opps and I missed, he was blessed

I-in the spot with the Sweeps and the legs

4-48 barkin', it rip through his flesh

(I-in the spot with the Sweeps and the legs

4-48 barkin', it rip through his flesh, like)

Alright, bet, it's 'bout time that I step out that shadow

Tryna push up on me, **** weak

Bullets start breakin' him down, **** shallow

**** don't need a beam, I could see

Once he come out, then I'm chasin' him back home

(Word to my mother, Turtle)