Parkland
CTE 3
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Camp Camp Three I ain't talking bout bitches when I say I walk in the spot and I'm holding a titty Step on a nigga I'm hitting my Griddy Bloodstains on his shirt like some muhfucking chili I don't do beef, I grill it Gun big as hell can't conceal it Fourty bullets make a f*ck nigga feel it Say "three just a rapper" go ask the city Smoking your brother this lil bitch sticky These niggas rats like Mickey Might take his hoe cus that lil bitch pretty She sending pics tryna give up the kitty Go with the play on the six like Smitty Tell him to slide and get put on a fitted Only send shots on computers, hidden Air out they block with this ruger hit him Tell a f*ck nigga to slide She say I'm hot cus I walk with this fye Hit from the back and I'm breaking her spine Twelve say the six why these niggas been dying Tell 'em they lying, none of my opps are outside Don't take one of mine cus I'm coming for three Say you want a verse? Then pay me the fee I got me some killers, they bodies are free Locked in with my niggas, I don't need a key Lay a f*ck nigga down like a matress Don't post on IG drop an address Tell you're mama go get her a black dress I'm Gon get a bitch gone like an absence Told lil bro when I'm gone don't drop no tear You're bitch on my side like this muhfucker cheer Word to my bro ain't a nigga I fear Don't send no more threats get me killed Throw bullets like Brady I've been in the field Know blood niggas that'll make shit spill Ayy three Know niggas be telling still screaming gang Want the green like I'm playing for Notre Dame On the six give f*ck what a nigga claim Hit a stick like controllers, no fucking game You can go ask you're bitch, we not the same My big brother a demon, call him Kane I'm gon slide 'bout mine they'll do the same Be a cold ass summer these bullets rain I'm Gon heat up they block with this fucking flame Pop up on they corner, Circle K These niggas be sweeter than lemonade Bitch Three Ayy I turn they hood into columbine I'll turn they shit into Parkland Ain't running from shots go ask the apartments Voice of the hood like Parkway Gardens Shots hit from deep ain't no way you can guard it If he don't die leave him fucking retarded Been stepping on shit you niggas ain't started Told a hoe I'm the shit like a muhfucker farted Fourth of July how this stick get to sparking Let this shit drop they Gon say I'm the hardest New pack on the way come shop he a target Like up they shit with this fire like arson Step leave him red like the muhfucking carpet I made a friend out my demons like Arsene I tote a stick like I play for the Marlins They telling me chill I'm just getting started
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