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am (410) - 3+4 lyrics

[intro]
3+4, that’s… 3+4, that’s…
anyhow man get that drop and man don’t drop, i call that-
dudu-du
dudu-du
dudu-du

[verse 1]
anyhow man get that drop and man don’t drop, i call that booky
i don’t f-ck with the judge like judy, they took nine in a year like uni
on sight if a man just cough, i back that dots and give man two of these
don’t care if them boy there fruity, this corn gonna turn that smoothie
i was on the phone to dooky, on the lurk for a snack like scooby
call my young boy murray, he’s servin’, crisp rock for the cats like pookie
h-lla man offsided, and for that we glided
back then we was all united, now it’s ten in your back like rooney
invest your p’s in clothes and now you’re broke, them man primitive
i invest my p’s on smoke, then i beat off corn at villages
i can proudly say that i back my bro, you don’t get that privilege
his friend never got no corn, how could i be so inconsiderate?
when the pack gets buss and you hear them scream, that’s a different pressure
i can now confirm that he ain’t a g, he’s a different letter
and that thing was dead so i whipped again, then i made it better
this dirty sket, my one regret is the day i met her

[chorus]
this b-tch never loved me back
tryna put this stress on the ride, that’s no sim card and a rusty wap
3+4, that’s 6 in the ting and 1 for the journey back
don’t follow me, man cut from the feds and pray that i don’t get grabbed
like, who’s tryna get man mad?
this b-tch never loved me back
tryna put this stress on the ride, that’s no sim card and a rusty wap
3+4, that’s 6 in the ting and 1 for the journey back
don’t follow me, man cut from the feds and pray that i don’t get grabbed
like, who’s tryna get man mad?

[verse 2]
and they thought that the ting went buss, but they took man’s door off the hinges
i can never be like them, i’d rather inject my arm with syringes
they don’t want smoke, they’re only bad from a distance
man talk sh-t, i’m airin’ it out, said he got guts, i’m tearin’ it out
i was in the m with a, took two l’s, all now i don’t know why
or i’m in a dirty place with a .38, tryna exercise
and this shotgun corn is twice my age, so it’s .45
she’s convinced i’m a naughty guy, so i just tell her a porkie pie
this finger got a h-rny side, them man cut when they saw me glide
cerelac like baby food ’til marmalade when it jams on you
and this train’s finna take me kway, should i jump off like a uni rave
i shift count packs like it’s uni days, shade can’t block out the uv rays
back my shank in the baitest place, and for that i’m guilty
lipsin’ you when she’s done with me, and for that she filthy
one-two word and she’s on her knees, after that she milky
and then tried ask for a pair of keys, and for that she k!lls me

[outro]
this b-tch never loved me back
tryna put this stress on the ride, that’s no sim card and a rusty wap
3+4, that’s 6 in the ting and 1 for the journey back
don’t follow me, man cut from the feds and pray that i don’t get grabbed
like, who’s tryna get man mad?

- am 410 lyrics

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