thr33 - what lyrics
[intro]
ayy, btttt
i got that glock on me, n+gga what?
i’m finna blow, feel it in my gut
that b+tch sandy, how she eat my nuts
she turn around, imma smack her b+tt
he tryna run, but he outta luck
no cdl, but i got that truck
sixteen with no license, i was still drivin’
can’t say too much, n+gga, keep it private
why the f+ck is yo’ girl grabbin’ on my private?
he got a new glock, n+gga, he get repo
you at my door, look through the peephole
i’m tryna knock a n+gga, till he fold
b+tch, i had to stack up, till my money tall
[?] when i get that call
baby eat up my d+ck, like a eight+inch sub
n+ggas know i be first, [?]
on the freeway, big brother got sent to the [?]
with them racks on my head, like i just got a bounty
n+gga, f+ck that glock, imma just beat yo’ ass
n+ggas got beef, finna ground him an eight, boy
diamonds gon’ save a ho, don’t got a cape, bih
we on the top, wit’ whoever you camе wit’
police behind me, so imma just switch lanеs
b+tch, we don’t know you, he wanna be gang+gang
just had a [?]
shawty from philly, she call me a d+ckhead
i keep a [?], b+tch, i’m a real dog
these n+ggas b+tch made, they finna quit first
she said she don’t love me, like baby that kinda hurt
n+gga [?] uzi twerk
we not the same, baby, this ain’t finna work
[?] dope man
f+ck wit’ my fans they like, “thr33 you the goat man”
n+gga, don’t try me ’cause i’m not a ho, man
i was down bad, i ain’t know where to go man
[?] think i’m a coach man
my n+ggas don’t care, rob in the daylight
spreading my bread, n+gga, no peanut b+tter
just call me the deli, man, i got that cutta
slap the f+ck outta n+gga, he [?]
n+gga, i’m so lucky i got this big fan base
run up on me, you get sent up wit’ mj
i ain’t ever listen to he say, she say
my crash dummy, that n+gga named tay+tay
y’all n+ggas need a lil [rick+owen, vay+cay?]
my favorite alphabet letters is a+k
pull up to the scene, n+gga that’s cool, what happened?
b+tch i got a slimey booger for my napkin
and my n+gga, lil’ z, he was in the back trappin’
n+ggas don’t get my music, swear they gotta catch up
i+i’m the new wave for this sh+t for the new gen’
pop out wit’ lil cuz, just got a new hit
and there ain’t no way i can’t blow n+gga, i got my own style
n+ggas be hatin’ on me, you gon’ see+ (wait, what?)
[?] time, you just gotta believe
got a bad bih wit’ me, she said she won’t leave
and these n+ggas be talkin’ sh+t, they don’t even make music
you do not need the glock, you ain’t even gon’ f+ckin’ use it
you do not need the glock, you won’t even f+ckin’ spray
hit him wit’ one punch, it make him knockout
remember was down bad, had to sip on the [?]
you ain’t been through it, so n+gga you’ll never know
never had n0body, i ain’t got social sk!lls
[?] ’cause i need me that f+ckin’ k!ll
imma be patient though, needa be up now
i was the nice guy, don’t give a f+ck now
hmm, yeah
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