48 Hunnid

Lyrics: Kevin Woods Music: Kevin Woods And I don't say shit even if they owed me This nigga b***h just hit me up Know we getting money man They want your spot, they’ll do anything to take your spot Yeah shit's just different sometimes man, you know what I’m saying I hate when you pull up in that ****ing ass shit though Oh shit Pulled up in that old white cadi ****ing I put that on my mama, on the set is Taylor Gang Wassup, wassup, wassup, wassup Wassup, wassup, wassup, wassup Niggas get to firing, bullets ain't got no name Bought A 30 gauge with the rifle scope My cousin on the daily saying a bible verse I wasn’t there to see my grandad in a hearse They don’t know the pain when you’re working hard Do this for my niggas man my niggas never change I had the best shit, they ain’t like it though My homie told me get it, what up LA Dre I try to catch some knowledge just to break a cycle But we can get a check if they just call us valor Corn chips and places up to the palace Got something on your mind then we can talk about it I hate when you pull up in that ****ing ass shit though Oh shit Pulled up in that old white cadi ****ing I put that on my mama, on the set is Taylor Gang Wassup, wassup, wassup, wassup Wassup, wassup, wassup, wassup I told my mama pray for me, I on’ know what they thinking Niggas get to firing, bullets ain't got no name Do this for my niggas man my niggas never change Look I ain't in the way put them in my niggas beefing And I was outta Vegas and woke up to see niggas tweeting Right now my nigga Chinx man we just got to speaking They say it’s never personal, they always say it’s business Chinese fool keep the beef low mein And grandpa always told me fire in a low mein There’s police killing niggas They call me in the morning just to ease that pain There’s niggas killing niggas And when you hear this shit rewind and give me my respect I hate when you pull up in that ****ing ass shit though Oh shit Pulled up in that old white cadi ****ing I put that on my mama, on the set is Taylor Gang Wassup, wassup, wassup, wassup Wassup, wassup, wassup, wassup Aye 4800, 4600 You know what i mean Niggas get to firing, bullets ain't got no name Guilty by association