Boyz Betta Chill E

Yeah. 48 Hours After. Somebody go get the yellow tape. They cut me off at my headphones though. You know it's School Love for life. Let's get to it. Ah yeah, Yeah, yeah. 48 hours. I'm still slamming these doors, banging this floor. Tipping on fours, you know how it go. Got money to blow, I play like a pro. I'm gon' even the score, you know how it Go. Too many niggas shady. Stripping them on the way. Playing with me, you're crazy. You better stay out my way. You know What I'm talking about. Diamonds on my grill. Aye, Open that trunk up. Let me show you how it's supposed to go. Come on. I prayed to play the game. Now everywhere I go, I stay in major lanes. I made it to the top, I'm speaking major Heights. You fuck around with me and I promise You played your life. No matter how roll, I Promise I fade the dice. Anything I want I'ma get it and fade the Price. Any chick I get, it's a game, I Play her twice. Any whip I'm in insane, it's Crazy nice. You probably wanna chill, for real, I Keep a strap. Niggas ain't trill, for real, they Fill with cap. You looking for the truth, for Real, I fill the gap. You better know I Got that work, I fill the trap. Niggas ain't fucking with me, I'm cool with that. Put a bunch of ice on me, move with That. Bug still riding red, fool with that. Still full time the trench tool with that. On my grill. Uh. Fool. Pull.