Still signed to the scale, ****

448 (Ayy, Tana, FyeThatShitUp)

It's LoLife mothefuckin' Blacc

Let's get it

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 went 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 ain't got to sign a 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 the bread

F&N my spouse, I keep one cocked, 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 a 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 spots, work off two phones, don't give fuck 'bout no music, **** (Haha)

It's LoLife motherfuckin' Blacc

Mr. 448, ****