[Intro: Young Jknife]
NYTRO, turn it up!
Three, gang, camp
[Verse 1: Young Jknife]
Hey, hey, hey!
I used to sleep in the closet, but now spend on drip what you pay for apartments (Cash)
They call me “3” and I shoot from a distance, bitch I’m tryna’ ball but my name isn’t Harden (Rrah)
I spent a band on this muh’fucking carbine (Carbine)
I hop on this bitch and they say I’m the hardest
I tote a chop, and this bitch got a stutter, I swear to God sometimes I think it’s retarted (Dun-dun-dun-dun)
I don’t play ball, but I just want a ring and my youngins tote sticks, bitch we came from the field
Walked in that party, I took off my mask ‘cause I can’t let ‘em know that we fresh of a drill
I don’t got to pay ‘em, they feinin’ to kill (To kill)
I don’t build shit but I stay with my steel (My steel)
Fuck a ‘Vette, I want a Redeye
Won’t speak on no case, I know that it’s fed time (Yuh)
‘Member them days I was down on my dick, and I didn’t have shit but I fed mine (Yuh)
Lil’ nigga dissin’ he dead now (Yeah)
Hit from the cops, and that bitch didn’t redline (Vroom)
How the fuck 3 get away in a Camry?
One day I’m gon’ whip a Phantom like Danny
Switched and clicked up with them bitches, he tranny (Bitch)
Glock with extension that bitch come in handy (Bow)
Fuck what they talking, I know they can’t stand me
Fucked the opp bitch, and made her eat a Plan B
Fine lightskin, bad bitch named Brandy (Bad)
Slurp up the dick, and then eat it like candy (Woah)
Why they ain’t tell you that 3 was the goat? (Why)
Why they ain’t tell you them youngins on go? (Why)
Fuck fearin’ death, I’ll go out like a martyr, my young niggas down for to even the score
Who the fuck slippin? (Who)
Them young niggas post on the block with extensions (Max)
I stay wit a fifty, can’t blank on no mission (I can’t)
Fuck what they said, they just typin’ and bitchin’ (Typin’ and bitchin’)
[Verse 2: Ssolumm]
She suck it so sloppy, her mouth started drippin’
I’m just tryna’ ball like im Scottie M. Pippen I’m pimpin’, I play with the pussy like it was a kitten
This choppa gon’ cook you up, we in the kitchen
Quit wasting my time before I catch you slippin’
Damn, I caught him slippin’ now we need a wet sign
Hang with gorillas all over the West side
Talkin’ my shit, lil’ boy you’ll get ‘em next time
He tryna flex his ice, boy come and check mine
The fuck you got on? Boy I got a surprise
If you ain’t gon respect my thirty round clip with a beam on this Tec-9
My bitch bad, speak a little bit of Spanish
Gotta’ run up all my bands, making lettuce like a sandwich
Rollin’ round the city with the crew, I’m a bandit
Turn this bitch up, choppa spin like it’s a planet
Hey now, count to three, that’s 1-2-3 (Counted)
Choppa sing, you better than me? (I doubt it)
Time is up, so take your happy ass back to the trash where you motherfuckin’ found it
[Verse 3: JTL Jaido]
If he with the shit, we push his shit back (Yeah, yeah)
Said he want beef, this choppa got a lil’ kickback (Hmm)
Bad lil’ bitch we at a kickback
Heard he was complaining, ‘cause he could not get his bitch back (Hmm, ouu)
Fuckin’ that bitch, I pull her wig back
Take her to McDonald’s and go and get her a Big Mac (Hey, yeah)
If she suck it better, take her to Chick-Fil-A
Fuck and forget, told her to have a great day
Like who you is? (Who)
What’s yo’ name? (Who)
What’s yo’ sign? (Who)
Oh I’m the same (Huh)
Ain’t no arcade, ain’t no games
Hey wait, hold up, that’s what’s her name (Hey, yeah)
She suck it so sloppy, she prim an’ she proper
She got a nice body an’ she call me “papi” (Woo)
She ride, Kawasaki
She sip me like sake
She say that I’m cocky, I might be a little (Woo)
My girl a dime, yeah I swear she so fine
You might think yours a dime, but she more like a nickel (Yeah)
She hit my line, I ignore everytime
But tonight I might not, ‘cause she sent “purple pickle” (Woo)
Yeah, hey, I used to struggle to make every dollar
I’m tryna’ make a new range from Impala
She buss it down like her name Thotiana (Damn)
Got some blue faces, now she wanna fuck
But I cannot fuck with her ‘cause she got some miles
Said I’m a dog, I came straight from the pound
Ain’t talkin tracks when I’m layin’ it down
She ain’t like me, I’m her favorite now
Livin’ my life just one day at a time (Time)
I just sit back and I savor it now (Yeah)
They said I’m star, so you know I’m gon’ shine
