4 For 4

[Intro]
Still signed to the scale, nigga
448 (Ayy, Tana, FyeThatShitUp)
It's LoLife mothefuckin' Blacc
Let's get it

[Verse]
I got a fight early in the morning, finna re-up on P
Ayy, with the weed it's 448, but with the lean it's PT
Hundred pound touch last week, you know I sold it with ease
I want baguette and emerald cut, my wrist sub zero, it freeze
Wrist rocky, plus I'm sellin' broccoli and it's all profit
Capital One, I just got one question, bitch, what's in your wallet?
Tennis chain, this ain't no tennis game, bitch, no back and forth
Box just came back, gotta sign the thing, go get it off the porch
Crack his head just like a pint of red, big Crip, I'm pourin' dead
I got Wock', Quagen, Tris', whatever you need, just bring thе bread
F&N my spouse, I keep one cockеd, but you know how I play it
F&N like Raid, I see a roach in broad day, I'ma spray it
In the spot all day, your pockets empty, you ain't made no profit
What's your budget? I got different flavors, cash the only option
Toss it like I'm Pat Mahomes, I'm Travis Kelce catchin' boxes
Beat the dope up like it's Errol Spence and now they think I'm boxin'
Hit the lights, you know it's hot pursuit like it Need for Speed
On the diet, now I'm liftin' weights and I'm offin' P's
Praisin' me like I'm her Messiah, got her on her knees
Slide with 308, but my big cuz put switch on .223
Hit the spot, pull up, you got serve, I'm not Marcus Houston
I just fucked her, but she got a twin, this shit here gettin' confusing
Dope so raw, touch with your bare hand, you gon' end up usin'
Three spot, work off two phone, don't give fuck 'bout no music, nigga (Haha)

[Outro]
It's LoLife motherfuckin' Blacc
Mr. 448, nigga