3X (feat. BMB Mari)

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Where that za at
Bring them P's in
They can't come around the gang
Cause we don't need them
When I walk in, told me to get out
But I ain't leaving
Say you for the gang
When you walk in, get on your knees then
That ain't your bitch, she told me
Come when y'all be beefing
Dozing off the drink, but I can't see
It got me leaning, looking for the weed
Like, roll that shit, cause I be fiending
I be with the gang, but we don't tweak
Cause we be scheming

Nigga, he want them P's, you know we taxing him
I ain't really tripping off the shit
We getting back at them
Huh, he dissed the mob, we put them racks on him
Steady asking if you got them pounds
You know we packing them
Go pick up a bitch in a car with FatMack nem
Talk about touching Rico, put him under then we laugh at them
They can't up the sco
If they drop one, you know we matching them
My team like a D-line, folks run up
We get to sacking them

F*ck a mask, I'll do a nigga broad day
When your bitch with Lil Corey
Shein good hands like Allstate
I pop percs, I chase cheese
And stay out the way
If you ain't trying to give that coochie up
bitch, stay out my face
Baby girl don't trip, we finna take a trip
If a nigga speaking on Lil' Corey
I'll put him in the ditch
I leave him with the fish
Yo' pussy smell like fish
I can't even trust a nigga who ain't slid or did no hit
A nigga might just snitch
I'm ridin' with yo' bitch
5% all around this junt
She say she like my tint
I just popped a ten
I told her bring her friend
Say, Lil' Corey, where you at
Bitch, I'm gettin' rich

Smokin' dope, feelin' like I'm about to float
Told lil' mama come in here
I'm finna punch it in her throat
Gettin' high to clear my mind
Man, I'm missin' my big bro
If you talkin' crazy bout him
I'ma crash out, nigga, no joke
Comin' through some shit like Tyson
Man, I'm tryna up the sco
Told my mama I'ma make it
She ain't gotta stress no more
Up all night, tryna get it
I can't do like this no more
Told lil' brother when we make it
He gon' have that shit on the floor
Drippin' just like his big brother
Yeah, he just might take your hoe
I stay trim every time
Nigga, you better hide your hoe
Movin slow up in this bitch
Man, I just pulled up a four-up
I up dis Drac to his face
Nigga , give up all the dope

Nigga, nigga, give up all the cash
Tweakin' round this , bitch, I'll have them niggas
Beat yo' ass, nigga
With Lil' Bro, we do the dash
You mad about that bitch
You should be mad about that bag
Okay, changin' fits like a green light
I be inside the stew with percheads
It's a fiend night
Missed it with the left, but it's okay
I got a mean right
Know I'm not alone
But off these drugs, it just don't seem right
With the hoes, drinkin' goose
Theydrinkin' Bud Light
Two bitches in here with me
Gettinloose, look like a fun night
I don't even wanna hit the bitch
Cant make me come right
Hit him with the Drac
And since then, he couldn't run right

Where that za at
Bring them P's in
Dozin' off the drink
But I can't see it, got me leanin'
Lookin' for the weed
Like, roll that shit
Cause I be fiendin'
I be with the gang
But we dont tweak
Cause we be schemin'

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