3 Pointer
Lil Poppa, Ynw4L, Jit4 Stan, YNW Melly
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Yeah, but it's 4AM You really wanna grab anybody, I don't think you tryna- (Trill, where the f*ck you at?) Uh We got ARPs and .223s, let me know what you want Niggas play with me, they get to see who die behind that phone Grab a Glock and add the box and wear all black, create headstones I can be at the studio and I'll still'll get you gone They just one call away, I love the bros, I know they ain't gon' play I took the harder way, no nine-to-five, I hit licks every day Just hit me up, tell me what you need, I'm on the interstate I finger f*ck, screamin', "What the f*ck?" Damn, I miss the Drac' I gotta chill, I heard the feds out, them people watchin' me I catch a lo', foe, I'ma air it out, up the score for the team Can't even post up in the hood, they puttin' cameras in fourteen Police raid the house, we get the 'Vette, the denim people green How you niggas be like thirty? Some men be scared of me These niggas pussy, how you go up in that car, don't get your mans? You niggas rookies I could really teach you somethin', get on feet, hop out with fully We really BTA the opps, you could that tell we the bullies I swear that store be ghost town, niggas say they be outside Walk around with thirty, I'm not by myself, I'm with the guys Heard some niggas screamin', "B," this one come, we set a fire I'm steady screamin', "Free Lil' Smack" and all my smackers certified Ayy, lil' youngin', where you from? You better throw it up with pride I tell you no lie, yeah, I got a smacker with one eye Mr., I know, he the one that introduced me to a switch No time for hoes, me and bronem never trippin' 'bout no bitch What's your favorite gun? A test, yeah, you know I love the glizzy I asked him why he sent cuh, you ain't gotta finger f*ck that bitch They gotta die, I'm a demon, niggas know what time it is Why you wanna beef with 4? Nigga, you know We got ARPs and .223s, let me know what you want Niggas play with me, they get to see who die behind that phone Grab a Glock and add the box and wear all black, create headstones I can be at the studio and I'll still'll get you gone They just one call away, I love the bros, I know they ain't gon' play I took the harder way, no nine-to-five, I hit licks every day Just hit me up, tell me what you need, I'm on the interstate I finger f*ck, screamin', "What the f*ck?" Damn, I miss the Drac' I gotta chill, I heard the feds out, them people watchin' me I catch a lo', foe, I'ma air it out, up the score for the team Can't even post up in the hood, they puttin' cameras in fourteen Police raid the house, we get the 'Vette, the denim people green I'm at the point that I can't live without it, go check the score You can keep all the fake love 'cause I don't want it anymore Way better than before, it's like my heart and mind at war I won't be hard to find Say, once you walk out that front door, say your love never mine Right now, I'm finna go on tour And you better not try or my mans jumpin' out the floor Try to keep my life private, they love me 'cause I ain't show it But cash rules everything around the ones I love Gotta be a more righteous way of livin' Shit'll be fine and it's finna be healthy in a minute I just need a peace of mind and my iron, stand on business And Roger in his prime, show the world what they been missin' What they missin' probably, so how you gonna try to go and get it? We got ARPs and .223s, let me know what you want Niggas play with me, they get to see who die behind that phone Grab a Glock and add the box and wear all black, create headstones I can be at the studio and I'll still'll get you gone They just one call away, I love the bros, I know they ain't gon' play I took the harder way, no nine-to-five, I hit licks every day Just hit me up, tell me what you need, I'm on the interstate I finger f*ck, screamin', "What the f*ck?" Damn, I miss the Drac' I gotta chill, I heard the feds out, them people watchin' me I catch a lo', foe, I'ma air it out, up the score for the team Can't even post up in the hood, they puttin' cameras in fourteen Police raid the house, we get the 'Vette, the denim people green
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Written by: Jamell Maurice Demons, Janarious Mykel Wheeler
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