3 Dirt Bikes (feat. G.I. Gizzle & Strapp)

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I get that work put in work
Now your face up on that t-shirt like
(Now your face up on that t-shirt like)
Lil niggas gon' do wrong
I just hope that you knew right like
(I just hope that you know right)
Six shooters on three dirt bikes
Fifty cal grip i think your type like
(Fifty cal I think it your type)
Get money it just one way
We ain't never catchin' two flights like
(We ain't never catchin' two flights)
Make 'em root for the underdog
I ain't backin' down from none of y'all
Go hard no fuckin' off
Like AP trying to run the ball
Chase bread nigga f*ck the law
If I fall knock the dust off
Niggas I don't trust none of y'all
And these hoes worthless by the gutter ball
Any beat I'm a fuckin' dog
I can't stop this shit for nothin' y'all
Bitches like you so fuckin' raw
And I like to take the rubber off
One thousand ENT the fuckin' boss
Before you win gotta take a loss
I don't want shit that don't cost
And I shall rise above it all
The street shit ain't no love at all
Broke beef I don't get involved
Police try to make a nigga talk
Laugh at him just to piss him off
Four-five car, Nick Ross
Swisher sweet how this bitch spark
These niggas plush, leather seats soft
Scared to buy just squeeze off
Two one nine that's the face-tatt
But I get it in where the lakes at
Dwell where it ain't safe at
And get on ya ass like ASAP
All I wanna do is make scratch
And that bag comin' I can taste that
It's one thousand bitch
And I state facts Gizzle
I get that work put in work
Now your face up on that T-shirt like
Ayy now your face up on that T-shirt
Lil' nigga gon' do wrong
I just hope that you know right like
(I just hope that you know right)
Shootin' on three dirt bikes
Fifty cal grip I think your type like
(Fifty call I think it your type)
Get money it just one way
We ain't never catchin' two flights like
(We ain't never catchin' two flights)

I just be actin' a fool
I just be keepin' it cool
Stackin' that bread
M.O.B. bitches in back of my head
See me I'm droppin' the pair
Big homie divorced his wife
She talk about talkin' to feds
off with her head
Damn just chill out
Bitch think I'm cheating, told me to get out
Like this was about (DAMN)
If I was a single nigga I would be a gigolo
I be smokin' fire I'm no liar
Like Bam Bigalow
Hustle at the top the price I got
Ain't no middle row
I am never no middle man
F*ck the world I don't give a damn
Niggas you envy I'm livin' them
Your bitch think I'm mixed with a Indian
I don't be fuckin' with niggas
I just be chillin' with Benjamin
She say she don't cheat but she givin' in
The world that I'm livin' in
I think I'm first prince word to Aunt Vivian
Be in the club we don't chill with the citizens
Poppin' the pills and I'm losin' my innocence
Wakin' and stackin' up dividends
Movin' all vigilant
Where the f*ck is it penitent
Turn me up Josh what you done did to this
Turn me up Josh what you done did to this
No waitin' in line we straight to the front
My niggas don't talk we straight to the point
Stay with them niggas
They stay in the joint (AH)

I get that work put in work
Now your face up on that T-shirt like
Ayy now your face up on that T-shirt like
Lil' niggas gon' do wrong
I just hope that you knew right like
I just hope that you knew right
Six shooters on three dirt bikes
Fifty cal real I think your type like
(Fifty cal I think your type)
Get money it's just one way
We ain't never catchin' two flights like
(We ain't never catchin' two flights)

In the traffic switchin' four lanes
In the passenger that's your dame
Hop you don't let that simple bitch
Be the reason you lose your brain
I been grindin' I been hustlin
So I gotta shooter that'll get a nigga off me
Redrum redrum he stay shinin
Can't stop a nigga boy stop that whinin
Quick to run in yo spot
With three or four niggas in eight Glocks
Said your man's was killers but they not
That's why they ran they fled
And they ain't stop
Stop actin' we about action
Michael Jackson bad we on fire
Said he had all of that gas
So we set his ass on fire
Niggas ain't ready for war
We started and settled the score
Started and finished the war
Walk in the room
And they part like the red sea
From way back before
I don't understand niggas
Can't put nothin' past niggas
Mama told me there'll be days like this
So I bought a itty-bitty gun as a kid
And it grew to be a cane like this
So I hope you ain't testin' me
Verbally stressin' me
I was abused as a child
Never really had no counseling
I just been ruthless and wild
Never really knew myself
So I was trapped in a itty-bitty child
Played the roll even fooled myself
Then I snapped when the nigga went wild

I get that work put in work
Now your face up on that T-shirt like
(Like)
(Now your face up on that T-shirt like)
Lil' niggas gon' do wrong
I just hope that you know right
(Like)
(I just hope that you know right)
Six shooters on three dirt bikes
Fifty cal' grip, I think you're tight like
(Fifty cal' I think you're no tight)
Get money it just one way
We ain't never catchin' two flights like
(We ain't never catchin' two flights)

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