3MB (3Eva Mobbin) (feat. Finesse 26 & Quise2Real)

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Uh, let's go, uh, uh, uh, I'm over east, I'm over the, uh, uh, uh
Nigga, keep talkin', we crackin' 2G, uh, uh, uh
Nigga, keep talkin', we crackin' 2G, uh, uh
I'm over, I'm over east, uh, uh, uh, uh

Nigga, keep talkin', we crackin' 2G
Uh, bitch, let it go, uh, uh, uh
Nigga, be where they ain't bein' though, let's go
Uh, come over east, get hit with a hundred

Opp niggas talkin', they ain't on nothin
Opp bitch fuckin', she keep on suckin
6 in the mornin', turened into make muffin
Tryin' to go spin, cause bro keep clutchin

He off the bean, and a ten, he bussin
He on a opp nigga rip, didn't bronem
Make a opp nigga strip, bitch
Bitch, I'm in that ride with the guys

Three different gens , they ain't even nines
F*ck ass niggas be cryin
Pourin' the deuce, I mix it with lines
Smokin' on Za, I'm slidin

I'm a real 3, these niggas be lyin
Slidin' through the south, they hiding
We goin' up on niggas like elevators
She tryin' to f*ck on the 3, we got hella paper

Sliding with 6 and quise, we all got bombs
Like we tryin' to detonate em
Fuckin' this opp, lil' hoe
We trap that shit out, and gang gone use her cable

I'm still rockin' balenci, don't talk about paper
Cause I ran thru plenty
Nigga, this G-Lock 30, it hit like a bitch
So I got a shoot it with grip

Bro got precision, when catchin' a two
So you know when he shoot, you know he don't miss
Lil' bro on bullshit, he just tryin' to slide
Talkin' that shit, but ain't never outside

Still at McDonald's, still gettin' some fries
They never try to spin, but they steady on live
On God, all these niggas be cap
I'll get em gone In a motherfucking tap

But I hope they don't gon' get catched
Niggas be rats
Talkin' to Twelve, I be thinkin' my phone is tapped
Dracos blats

AP hit, I bet a two get clapped
He drop a diss and we touchin' his cantaloupe
My aim so good, they'll sign me to interscope
You cannot f*ck with my members

I'm on point in this bitch like Kemba
She throwin' mouthpiece just like dinner
I don't want the bitch if she can't get a rental
Uh, uh

And I'm still rockin' that Gucci
You be lovin' that bitch while I'm fuckin' that bitch
Lil' mama a hoochie
Nigga be flaw, that nigga the law

Know he gon' sing like Toosi
I'm too real, no, I set it off like Boosie
Money and murder on my mind, ain't worry about no coochie
Roll opps in paper, I'm about to start sliding now

Speakin' on Honcho, that shit make me crash out
Tappin' the Blats, it feel like I lagged out
She come around the gang, that bitch got her ass out
I'm in the trap house, ask me my ticket

Get you a glee cause my city get wicked
I slid through Dove, I ain't see none but  crickets
Real trap nigga, she kissin' my blicky
That bitch off the Luna, she tryin' to get frisky

You crackin' a three, then I'm crackin' your biscuit
Ain't gettin' no money, ain't showin' no loads
Double G on my glasses, Amiri my clothes
I'm smokin' on dude, I smoke on yo bros

G-23, a big 4-0
You wanna be three, go get you a soul
We score on the opps like fourth and goal
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