Lyrics:
That's a forty, bitch I keep it (boom)
My bitch a fucking Puerto Rican
I fuck her every other weekend
They swagger jacking, I can peep it
These nigga
the Chevy Malibu I know they dig that
In the secret compartment is where I hid that
Try to avoid wherever I see the pigs at
Forty-fo' and black Calico when I
Come to the side show, girl
Let's take a ride
(Everybody's watchin') Everybody's
Watchin'
(Standin' in the park) Standin' in the park
(Forty
calle son .40 (G-27)
Héctor "El Father" me dijo que me arrepienta
Y que no le tenga miedo al demonio que me atormenta (amén)
El que me dice que los
the
40 and the nina on my side
And mama used to tell me
"Don't you go outside
Outside where the young niggas die"
I need a lil mama, I need a lil mama
Like
on hundreds, that's a whole lotta racks
I could swoop you up from Cascade, then we drivin' right back
I just popped a Percocet, I got forty minutes max'
Yeah,
through
Yeah, that's the 40 if you
Play, that bitch go, "Boom"
And I be dogging your lil' bitch
That's my lil' poodle
Don't need no Gatorade, 'cause, bitch
wall, 'cause you have to fight him (Laudiano)
Have the burner 'cause I heard that his jab was nicer
Smith & Wesson, four-five, for a forty-niner
I'm
harky
When hungry a kick kick mi like karate
Weh yo deh
Dem deh time mi have mi big glock 40
Weh yo deh
Dem deh time deh when mi just know Shorty
Di
Glock
Shoot at your shawty from 40 for 40
Old niggas hate me they daughter adore me
Dick in her gut 'cause her daddy annoying
Lyrical ass, nigga got
fuckboys are plottin' on me
Waist 32, .40 tucked in my jeans
Won't forget when no one cared about me
Talkin' but they don't know shit about me
Mad I'm
as fuck
She raining and she pouring
Shout out Jay-Z, I just sold a P up at the 40/40
Dunkin' on niggas, above the rim
My numbers be cheap, my plug out
trying to get with the plan
And the next five years trying to be with your friends again
You're talking forty-five turns just as fast as you can
Yeah, I
I'm off a tab of that synthetic
Sundown, forty-five minutes 'til this shit set in (whoop)
Checking for the kid, I had to chin check him
Big mood,
yeah
I don't gotta do it
NBA gon' follow up, but nigga Rock'll do it
Yeah, but fuck it I'ma do it
I got a .40 with a drum and I know how to use it
in this bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Driveway so long I need a gate now
40 acres, 40 miles outside L.A. now
It's like I'm Drake now
My shit is way out
Llegaste tú
Y volví a vivir Mi Juventud A Los 40
Y en esos años, otra vez la adolescencia
Y al confesar, me traiciono la timidez
Llegaste tú
Y aquí
shit, go talk to God about it
Let me tell a story 'bout a youngin' with a dirty .40
He conniving', he gon' make his money from them bodies
Momma's
couple years ago (ah ha)
I'm chillin' with my baby mama wit' a big .40 eating a big bowl of cereal (boom)
Just got in a argument she brought me frosted
the bottle, so I bought the case
You know I beat it up like I caught a case, beat it
Fucked her for a couple days, first forty-eight
Uh oh, I think I left
the ink in my flesh, spend money,
Get money, your boy hasn't done yet.
Dropping in the drop six forty five,
The ? on, forty five, I'm protesting, shrinks
lack.
But she know I want my Dad I want my family back.
I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three.
Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me.
Took
out from a sad man's tongue
Singing in the cell 1.40.9.5
No way should I wear guns, I'm sitting my time
Left 1.40.9.5 with plenty rock'n'roll
homes
Had 40 homies, about 20 gone
Niggas buying cars taking out 20 loans
[Verse 5: Chinx Drugz]
Hung around some millionaires and made a couple
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