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g3armatic - 3grams lyrics

[chorus: g3armatic]
yeah i keep a stick on me
know i bl++dy up the white tee
smoke on kush i got 3g
stay on point b+tch i throw 3’s
load that boy with 100 rounds
you is not yeah you outta bounds
f+ck on that hoe and she making them sounds
hop off the plane and i’m smuggling pounds
yeah i keep a stick on me
know i bl++dy up the white tee
smoke on kush i got 3g
stay on point b+tch i throw 3’s
load that boy with 100 rounds
you is not yeah you outta bounds
f+ck on that hoe and she making them sounds
hop off the plane and i’m smuggling pounds
[verse 1: g3armatic]
yeah
i keep a tool on me
i got a thot and she blew on me
i got a hoe and she blew my mind
say it again, b+tch i’m too divine
stick on my hip, b+tch i keep a nine
f+ck that hoe don’t take no signs
got a bad b+tch and she want 4lines
i+i+ i cannot cuff no hoe
grabbing the choppa and put them in rows
got a bad b+tch and i open her hole
in love with my money but can’t love a hoe
wait
yeah i got a chop let it blow
gon shoot that chop and it dont shoot low
i keep a stick, yeah no xhulooo
he wanna feat, yeah i tell him “no”

[chorus; g3armatic]
yeah i keep a stick on me
know i bl++dy up the white tee
smoke on kush i got 3g
stay on point b+tch i throw 3’s
load that boy with 100 rounds
you is not yeah you outta bounds
f+ck on that hoe and she making them sounds
hop off the plane and i’m smuggling pounds
yeah i keep a stick on me
know i bl++dy up the white tee
smoke on kush i got 3g
stay on point b+tch i throw 3’s
load that boy with 100 rounds
you is not yeah you outta bounds
f+ck on that hoe and she making them sounds
hop off the plane and i’m smuggling pounds
[verse 2: yung kyoto]
where was you at when i was at my low?
where was you at when i wanted to grow?
wanted to blow up, sold my soul
you didn’t show up, you a hoe
were where you at? you don’t know
were where you at? i don’t know
swervin lanes, new lambo
woah
in a circle with a baphomet
you get sacrificed if you ain’t sh+t
in the triple six not toronto
gas real stinky like b.o, though
weirdo tryna be me, though
getting these chips like fritos, though
my pockets fat, need keto, though

[outro: g3armatic]
yeah i keep a stick on me
know i bl++dy up the white tee
smoke on kush i got 3g
stay on point b+tch i throw 3’s
load that boy with 100 rounds
you is not yeah you outta bounds
f+ck on that hoe and she making them sounds
hop off the plane and i’m smuggling pounds
yeah i keep a stick on me
know i bl++dy up the white tee
smoke on kush i got 3g
stay on point b+tch i throw 3’s
load that boy with 100 rounds
you is not yeah you outta bounds
f+ck on that hoe and she making them sounds
hop off the plane and i’m smuggling pounds

- g3armatic lyrics

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