dy krazy – 3 high lyrics
[intro]
dy krazy
[chorus: yung mal]
bustdown
diamonds all over, them b-tches be hittin’ r-t-rded
i ain’t wifin’ a b-tch
now i got me a sack, they gon’ f-ck my regardless
n-ggas be hatin’, gotta stay with that chopper like harley
she got that brain like she went to harvard
came up out the dirt, i swear we was starving
now i pull up and i skrrt in foreigns
go crazy, huh, dy
had to recount that cash, three high
n-gga play with the gang, bye-bye
i be sellin’ them bags until them hoes run out
we run through the back, 12 pull up and spot
yo, we got it hot, i’m talkin’ fbi
signed to guwop, now i trap in my reeboks
pull up to the trap in that sh-t you can’t buy (iceburg)
[verse 1: yung mal]
my n-ggas didn’t break me off none of they pie
everything out the mud, i swear i can’t lie
i know they gon’ try, but the stick gon’ fire
do a show out of state, now i gotta fly
the hood been fire hot
i got that cash, i flex on they -ss like popeye
my diamonds gon’ make they -ss fall out
the hood on my back, i swear i’m goin’ all out
bustdown rollie hittin’, laser
iceburg, dy, huh, major
turned they back, they fake, traitor
get your ho back, i slayed her
n-ggas mad ’cause i ball on they -ss, huh, fader
you ain’t speakin’ cash, gotta call you back, talk to you later
[chorus: yung mal]
bustdown
diamonds all over, them b-tches be hittin’ r-t-rded
i ain’t wifin’ a b-tch
now i got me a sack, they gon’ f-ck my regardless
n-ggas be hatin’, gotta stay with that chopper like harley
she got that brain like she went to harvard
came up out the dirt, i swear we was starving
now i pull up and i skrrt in foreigns
go crazy, huh, dy
had to recount that cash, three high
n-gga play with the gang, bye-bye
i be sellin’ them bags until them hoes run out
we run through the back, 12 pull up and spot
yo, we got it hot, i’m talkin’ fbi
signed to guwop, now i trap in my reeboks
pull up to the trap in that sh-t you can’t buy
[verse 2: yung mal]
hot, hot, that young n-gga hot
in the back of the ‘bach, just me and dy
i just got a pack, it came from dubai
i get it right off, n-gga, hold it for what?
i’m up, i got them bands all of a sudden
n-ggas wan’ hold out they hand, askin’ for somethin’
when i was down, i ain’t get nothin’
now i ball, maverick
left the b-tch alone, she average
chasing cash, gotta have it
diamonds jumpin’ ’round, bunny rabbit
yeah, thumb through that cash, mathematic
i be sittin’ back just laughin’
n-ggas pullin’ ho moves, man, i think these n-ggas f-ggots
[chorus: yung mal]
bustdown
diamonds all over, them b-tches be hittin’ r-t-rded
i ain’t wifin’ a b-tch
now i got me a sack, they gon’ f-ck my regardless
n-ggas be hatin’, gotta stay with that chopper like harley
she got that brain like she went to harvard
came up out the dirt, i swear we was starving
now i pull up and i skrrt in foreigns
go crazy, huh, dy
had to recount that cash, three high
n-gga play with the gang, bye-bye
i be sellin’ them bags until them hoes run out
we run through the back, 12 pull up and spot
yo, we got it hot, i’m talkin’ fbi
signed to guwop, now i trap in my reeboks
pull up to the trap in that sh-t you can’t buy
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