Lyrics:
through the Dirty 3rd
They love sippin' syrup and doin' the dirty bird
Park my 20's on the curb when I fall through Justice
Freaky tales of movin' yayo,
through the Dirty 3rd
They love sippin' syrup and doin' the dirty bird
Park my 20's on the curb when I fall through Justice
Freaky tales of movin' yayo,
and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Lil Pump)
Call me El Gato Guwop or Mustafa the 3rd
Back in the day they was callin' me
Two hours later back in the hood slangin' dope
'Cause its an everyday thang where I hang at
3rd Ward Calliope projects I thought I name dat
Where
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3rd
in hell scorchin' preparin' for life
Afterlife still torchin' & blazin' these mics
It'd rain for 40 days & 40 nights
& I'd return on the 3rd like
in hell scorchin' preparin' for life
Afterlife still torchin' & blazin' these mics
It'd rain for 40 days & 40 nights
& I'd return on the 3rd like
mercury
Thinking that you had a shit but HHN is 3rd degree
Have it on yo' hip cause these niggas will pull it urgently
Have it on my hip, so my mama won't
na-na (na-na, na-na)
Nigga, I'm the colonel of the mothafuckin' tank
Y'all after big thangs, we after big banks
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in
na-na (na-na, na-na)
Nigga, I'm the colonel of the mothafuckin' tank
Y'all after big thangs, we after big banks
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in
to be fucking real G,
I'm from that 3rd ward, niggas started banging,
bitches running up, in cars cause we hanging,
ask a nigga to break em off to get her
despise me
Yeah call you a peter you denying
Yeah yeah I was in 3rd grade
Watched niggas get shot up in the worst way
Thankfully I'm still seeing them
Me
Come Ride Through These 3rd Row's,
And Let Me Show Ya How I Puttin' In Work Goals
The 4-4 Bulldog Small Enought To Fit In A Nigga Boot
So It's
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3rd
youngins go step on him
Fuck that nigga can't rep off me
Murder, we gon' take that shit to 3rd degree
Talkin' at one time, stretch three
Talkin' at one
went from cheddar to cheese from powder to cooked rocks
From the ghetto to the lakes
(to the lakes 3rd ward, Caliope)
Slangin' thangs in the hood
suburbs
A civilian shot in 3rd Ward, we just by the fountain
This is Merlyn Wood, man
Everywhere I go is the Woodlands
I need a Honey Butter, vodka in
for the shit I'm spittin'
I know I'm scarin' ya
A poison you created in the veins of America
Miseducated, incarcerated, institutionalized
That 3rd
the Wraith
3rd chain on to get her naked
I'ma poster child for the hustle
You a poser child for them bustas
Game up for grabs, I'ma take it
Try to stay
Polish the 3rd eye still trying to keep the soul right
V3
cnnunakiah ancient Cameroon in his blood
The only man that can get with the plug
cnd move
it off in no time
Oh my, did it on my own, no cosign
45, devil in disguise, free dope trial
West side, ride 'em off 3rd avenue
Go at us, have your
and leave ya
Beside a lonely road or inside a meat freezer
That's the way it goes on the
3rd rock from the sun (earth)
Alone circling the light were we
Begun
Ready for the hoes, who ready to roll
Gone with the wind, you been ready to blow
Blow my high, don’t kill the vibe
3rd degree still burning slow
You could
The 3rd degree, the guarantee
Na you don't wanna battle me
'Cause I'ma leave you in the dirt like a sesame
Brother you are not ready
Top heavy prick
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