48'em

[Chorus: Nunnie Da III]
48 him, he thought we was cool
Why would you think we was friends?
Kha Struc got beat, stripped, shot
That nigga need to go bend
Niggas play wit' my body, I'ma be right on that block wit' some shit that extend
Drillin' a hobby, we be tryna catch a homi'
On bro, we don't gotta pretend
B-Bro spin, I spin
We don't hit the target, we spinnin' again
I hope Father forgive me for all of my sins
We be tryna pull up, and bang on they friends
We really in it to win, I told Tdot just aim it right above the chin
Bullets be too hot, they burnin' up his skin
Ray Pizz died, them niggas ain't bend
Glahh

[Verse: Kay Glizz]
I don't think you should play wit' the Tz
'Cause that's like havin' a disease
Ain't no rappers that do it like we
We rap and trap, and still make scenes
Gotta get it back, so I'm pushin' these P's
And have to keep a knock 'cause they want me a spleeze
Clap-clap, then I click and leave
And big snitchK, but I'm in love wit' cheese
Tell 'em how you got up wit' the Gz
You got belt to ass, and niggas made you flee
Stop showin' them handouts please
Every pack I got was off the strength of me
Never needed no man to get off my feet
Before I go beggin', I'ma hit the street
All your fuckin' members gettin' turned to weed
And you don't do shit, but pop shit on the beat?
Nigga that is not Structure
Go get back for that bullet, you bluster
I'm in the X, every trip I'm wit' Munna
They never push up, and that's word to my mother
Dirty 6 kids ain't on shit, niggas suckers
We flicked on they rapper, and nobody touched us
Catch a TDG member, I dust him
I bet Nunnie flick it if you try to rush him, glahh

[Chorus: Nunnie Da III]
48 him, he thought we was cool
Why would you think we was friends?
Kha Struc got beat, stripped, shot
That nigga need to go bend
Niggas play wit' my body, I'ma be right on that block wit' some shit that extend
Drillin' a hobby, we be tryna catch a homi'
On bro, we don't gotta pretend
B-Bro spin, I spin
We don't hit the target, we spinnin' again
I hope Father forgive me for all of my sins
We be tryna pull up, and bang on they friends
We really in it to win, I told Tdot just aim it right above the chin
Bullets be too hot, they burnin' up his skin
Ray Pizz died, them niggas ain't bend
Glahh