riff 3x – athletes lyrics
[chorus]
i gotta make me a sale, i just copped me a bale, so i ain’t goin’ home tonight (no)
i got million dollar plays, these n-ggas be hatin’, if they want, they can get it on sight (say what?)
i’m high off three pills behind the wheel, all that bankroll, tryna jugg a sack (yeah)
i eyeball, didn’t need no scale (woo)
these b-tches they kissin’ and tell (whoa)
i had to get it right, i could get left (okay)
this carbon, it came with my belt (oh)
the water, it drip off my sleeve (drip)
the rollie, i keep it on freeze
i blowed the top off a ratchet freak (oh)
smoke back to back, ain’t no matchin’ me (matchin’ me)
go get your girl, she har-ssin’ me (whoa, uh)
thumb through them hundreds like athletes
[verse 1]
lit lane in h-ll but i came from the streets
dodgin’ these bullets, they aimin’ for me
you’re f-ckin’ with n-ggas that come when you sleep
it cost a six-piece, my drip is not free
i told these n-ggas i’m runnin’ the streets
i’m stayin’ away from you lames
ferrari, switchin’ the lanes (skrrt skrrt)
three tires, i never change (three tires)
i ball straight like the frame (swish)
keep it rolled like a brick of cocaine (say what?)
i admit i’m in love with the drank
pop a seal and just take a kiss (mwah)
go’n take a shot, don’t miss (swish)
these b-tches in love with this sh-t (they is)
i came from the mud with this sh-t (i did)
i thanked my plug for this sh-t (whoa)
[chorus]
i gotta make me a sale, i just copped me a bale, so i ain’t goin’ home tonight (no)
i got million dollar plays, these n-ggas be hatin’, if they want, they can get it on sight (say what?)
i’m high off three pills behind the wheel, all that bankroll, tryna jugg a sack (yeah)
i eyeball, didn’t need no scale (woo)
these b-tches they kissin’ and tell (whoa)
i had to get it right, i could get left (okay)
this carbon, it came with my belt (oh)
the water, it drip off my sleeve (drip)
the rollie, i keep it on freeze
i blowed the top off a ratchet freak (oh)
smoke back to back, ain’t no matchin’ me (matchin’ me)
go get your girl, she har-ssin’ me (whoa, uh)
thumb through them hundreds like athletes
[verse 2]
i make it flow, she drop it low, i like the way that she touchin’ her toes
fresh out the pen and i’m right in the gold
you goin’ out sad, had to pay for that -ss
she like how i kick it, i add it up fast
my n-ggas they catchin’, i’m good with the p-ss
f-ck what you sayin’, i really ain’t playin’
i thumb through this paper, i just cut my hand (whoa)
[chorus]
i gotta make me a sale, i just copped me a bale, so i ain’t goin’ home tonight (no)
i got million dollar plays, these n-ggas be hatin’, if they want, they can get it on sight (say what?)
i’m high off three pills behind the wheel, all that bankroll, tryna jugg a sack (yeah)
i eyeball, didn’t need no scale (woo)
these b-tches they kissin’ and tell (whoa)
i had to get it right, i could get left (okay)
this carbon, it came with my belt (oh)
the water, it drip off my sleeve (drip)
the rollie, i keep it on freeze
i blowed the top off a ratchet freak (oh)
smoke back to back, ain’t no matchin’ me (matchin’ me)
go get your girl, she har-ssin’ me (whoa, uh)
thumb through them hundreds like athletes
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