a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

3200 tre - pep rally lyrics

[intro: 3200 tre]
it’s thirty, come on
what up, smokey? (smokey tryna smoke a n+gga)
walk with me one time

[verse 1: 3200 tre]
hmm, i can’t always read your mind, sometimes, you gotta speak
huh, the ‘gram ain’t gon’ reach all the fans, sometimes you gotta tweet
huh, you ain’t always gotta do too much, just ride the beat, come one
just hit the road, won’t come back home until i find a tweak
hmm, he said my name inside a song, he tryna find some beef
hmm, now it’s on, can’t go back home until i find the street
hmm, the label eightballed me no deal ’cause i might sign a street
huh, it f+cked my head up at the storе, i’m out here signing t’s

[verse 2: rmc mike]
hmm, you can’t get thеse bars for free, gon’ cost you nine a piece
hmm, i was on some chill sh+t, bro said it’s time to speak
do whatever just to make some pape’, sh+t, i’m just tryna eat
i’ve been out the way, standing on business, tryna find some peace
real money counter, m.i.n.e. sh+t, ayy, what up, tre?
i f+cked her in her ass off a perc’, she can’t stand up straight
i seen n+ggas tryna block my shot, i hit a pump fake
i’m working hard, but i just made a thirty on my lunch break

[verse 3: 3200 tre]
i tossed the glock and bought a plr, i had to upgrade
that n+gga died and couldn’t afford a plot, they had a fundraiser
i think of everything i say now, when we gon’ punch later?
i know she drunk, she took like nine shots, and ain’t have one chaser
she ain’t got no onlyfans, but she a p+rn star
tammy told me the b+tch ain’t really that without a foreign car
glock got a beam and a flashlight, so it glo in the dark
the bag might fit in the durango but won’t go in a dart
[verse 4: rmc mike]
dropped so many sh+lls inside his whip, ’til it won’t go in park
i’m the heartbeat of my city, i control the spark
i got a team to make it out this b+tch, you gotta know your part
i’m tryna master everything i do, you gotta know your art
taught a lot of n+ggas how to rap, sh+t, i’m they stepdaddy
at any minute, we’ll get it jumping like a pep rally
i want you fine, i hit up whatshisname, he got the best addys
we can take it where you wanna go, but i respect fam’

[verse 5: 3200 tre]
hmm, i’ll tap your mama head, i don’t respect family
craig better than i am, i would’ve pressed stanley
my cousin would still be here now, weren’t for pressed xannys
i’m finna fly to l.a. for a week, i need the best tanny
huh, they never seen this done before, i’m putting a show on
hmm, until my account got an m in it, i won’t go home
huh, it’s too much ice around my neck, look like a snow cone
you can’t sell sh+t over here, this here not a dope zone

[verse 6: rmc mike]
you n+ggas can’t rap, we got sh+t talking in a chokehold
i grinded hard to get us out the mud, i like to showboat
you took it there, i gotta k!ll you now, you hit a low blow
if pull up and you ain’t got that backend, then it’s a no show
i’m taking everything that’s on the plate, i gotta feed the fam’
i hate a n+gga talk that dope sh+t, but never seen a gram
the great divide 2 on the way, we gotta feed the fans
took off on they ass like a rocket, they ain’t see these plans
b+tch
[outro: 3200 tre]
come on
real money counter, m.i.n.e. sh+t, n+gga

- 3200 tre lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS