45 Caliber Raps
hook
45 caliber raps ready to snap. Lying like pinocchio on two twin tracks.
45 caliber raps ready to snap. Baby wore some jeans that exposed her gap.
verse 2
Put together better than a Roman Scarlet letter, my dress code reacts to the mood of the weather. Fish tailin on the freeway my tickets turn to warrants. Alcohol? my tiga sip?. Spittin wide eyed? mouth pieces of gip. Sink ships get chips, check the quality shit. Pinky nail shaped whale on a path to hell, that how it feels when your pockets and got no mail. Clientel, better keep em cuz i picks em up. One minute you the nigga now a bump in the trunk.
verse 3
Mind gone Al Capone on a snith. Smellin like Ck one on the bitch. Day dreams of being drug free and having a wife, gets between my bread makin and my hustlin life. Nigga 45 caliber raps ready to snap. Lying like pinocchio on two twin tracks. We put in work, my nickel defense stays alert, All Star Chucks squeakin up the turf. Nigga banned from the spot like vanilla ice cream, wishin nightmares and i tell you nice dreams. Stay in persuit, my whole world revolves around loot. Drinkin coconut juice, wearin Kenneth Cole boots. Most of my tigas slang weed or crack. They say the bigger the peelin man, the bigger the cap. Comin like wolves in a whole damn pack. Check it.