Letra Forty5 Gawvi

Forty5

Hit it!
Blurry, blur—, ah-ah-ah
Blurry, blur—, ah-ah-ah-ah

Got me out here lookin' blurry
Gunnin’ with the deals and the dollars
I'm about to fight all the drama
Yeah, all I wanna do is wear the jersey
Got me out here lookin' blurry
Gunnin’ with the deals and the dollars
I'm on 45 to my pop-up, yeah
Bullies wanna execute it, homie

Got me out here feelin' tied up
Comin' out my soul with the drama
Aiming for the ring like the Finals
See 'em try to ball with the balance
I cannot believe they schemin' now, they don't know what's up
I’ve been up ’til six A.M. on my Breakfast Club
Powered on that 105, we ain't worry
Young, yeah that early thirties
I’ve been waitin' in the sideline, took the ball read
I've been callin' on Jesus, I need mercy
I need a peace of mind for this crazy time
Lately, I’ve been on Jeremiah 29
I've been feelin' like Jordan
Zoom, zoom, and I'm feelin' so exhausted, yeah
Switch up, I'm in and out, this around
Facilitating on the fly

Got me out here lookin' blurry
Gunnin' with the deals and the dollars
I'm about to fight all the drama
Yeah, all I wanna do is wear the jersey
Got me out here lookin' blurry
Gunnin' with the deals and the dollars
I'm on 45 to my pop-up, yeah
Bullies wanna execute it, homie

Yeah, all these L's gon' make me strap up
I gotta walk can't do no backups
The P for Pharoah, you get wrapped up
I'm not your man, I'm a master
Ayy, big dawg, your whole style has been ripped off
Couldn't get to P so now she pissed off
Yeah, I know that game ain't talkin' about tip-off
I took the beat and it's a kickoff
I just do me, I can't do scripts, dawg
I whip up work until my wrist lock
Had to grab the ice and put it on wrist, dawg
Ain't got a ring so they don't miss y'all
The game cold, six in the morning it rain, snow
I'm flame throwin', they cannot see me, I'm John Cena, the pain showin'
I am not lyin', the mane glowin', they know it's real
I cannot ball with a lame growin', we know the field
Came from the lowest land, we know the kill
But keep it clean, we got it sealed, okay
Ayy, it's 45, ain't need a deal
Yeah, big rings, my God is real
Oh, Lord (Tommy)

A mí me dicen N-45
Cuídate que te brinco como un .47 (Prr-ra)
Chamaco, ¿dice' que tú ere' calle?
Pero no lo invente', si no tiene' marbete
¿Quién tiene más flow que yo?
¿Quién dice "no"? El respaldo lo tengo de Dios (Eh-eh)
Quién tiene el piquete y el ambiance
Un angelito, pero no se le olvidó el flow (Prrra)
Así que síguele, sigue, no pare'
Sigue sucio en el Lamper (Yeah)
Escondido' están tirando, yo le' digo "Los Campers" (Uh-wuh)
Yo le dije que soy bravo, ella me dice Alexander (Yah)
Bastante me pelearon, no me dieron el chance
Flaco en Miami como el Peter La Anguila (Uh-wuh)
¿No te gusta el estilo? Ah, pues ponte en fila
Tanta' bendicione', 'toy peleando la mía
Sepa que to' me vino de la nada y está matando la liga

Got me out here lookin' blurry
Gunnin' with the deals and the dollars
I'm about to fight all the drama
Yeah, all I wanna do is wear the jersey
Got me out here lookin' blurry
Gunnin' with the deals and the dollars
I'm on 45 to my pop-up, yeah
Bullies wanna execute it, homie

Tommy con GAWVI
Parris Chariz
Una pregunta, ¿ustede' se creen perfecto'?
Dale, y si son perfecto' pue' tira la primera piedra, ¿me entiende, papá? Jaja
Somo' "Lo' Heathens", jajajaja