lirik lagu whole lotta – 448 empire
(ayy*ayy*ayy*ayy, ayy, that’s probably tago)
[intro: @448empire, @halftime730]
[?]
[?]
whole lotta drug dealer, whole lotta k!ller (gang), (gang)
now on the top of this you feel me, for full of the 448 movement, you heard that (gang)
(sick!)
(gang, gang, gang)
(gang, gang, gang)
grr*pow, (grr*pow)
[ chorus: @halftime730 @448empire]
we gon’ spread his blood, with a lot of sticks (pow*pow)
the whole gang turned up on some whole lotta sh*t (turn up)
them pills, to pack em, yeah, n*gga staring, popping sh*t (pop, pop)
you say you trappin’, could they cappin’, where’s your perfect b*tch? (where’s that?)
we gon’ spread his blood, with a lot of sticks (pow*pow)
the whole gang turned up on some whole lotta sh*t (turn up)
them pills, to pack em, yeah, n*gga staring, popping sh*t (pop, pop)
you say you trappin’, could they cappin’, where’s your perfect b*tch? (where’s that?)
[ verse 1 @halftime730 @448empire]
no cap
you play wit that gang, you’ll clout (boom)
young n*gga sell [?]
and a b*tch ass dm a loud (on god)
and your free ass dirty out (free ass)
tryna keep, them gon’ shoot it out
b*tch your ass get stoned at the club (on god)
i just tryna catch the fish and slow (prr)
double ass, not dope
we won’t smash own
catch em down, bang, while them walking
hit the gas own (bih’)
at the red dot making perfect
keep a bag going
you could can’t shop
you know i got it (know i got it)
when you want can’t get it (can’t get it)
hit a n*gga, blow with a semi (grr*blow)
hit a n*gga, blow with a [?] (yeah)
[ verse 2 @448debiase @halftime]
push a b*tch on air (on god)
you play on the game and you’re dead (dead)
pull up a bad ass on your head (on god)
you play on the game and you’re dead
pull up a bad ass on your head (on gang)
started on your block with a glizzy on me
might k!ll your b*tch, homie (grr, pow*pow)
[ chorus: @halftime730 @448empire]
we gon’ spread his blood, with a lot of sticks (pow*pow)
the whole gang turned up on some whole lotta sh*t (turn up)
them pills, to pack em, yeah, n*gga staring, popping sh*t (pop, pop)
you say you trappin’, could they cappin’, where’s your perfect b*tch? (where’s that?)
we gon’ spread his blood, with a lot of sticks (pow*pow)
the whole gang turned up on some whole lotta sh*t (turn up)
them pills, to pack em, yeah, n*gga staring, popping sh*t (pop, pop)
you say you trappin’, could they cappin’, where’s your perfect b*tch? (where’s that?)
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