3MB (3Eva Mobbin) (feat. Finesse 26 & Quise2Real)

Uh, let's go, uh, uh, uh, I'm over east, I'm over the, uh, uh, uh Nigga, keep talkin', we crackin' 2G, uh, uh, uh Nigga, keep talkin', we crackin' 2G, uh, uh I'm over, I'm over east, uh, uh, uh, uh Nigga, keep talkin', we crackin' 2G Uh, bitch, let it go, uh, uh, uh Nigga, be where they ain't bein' though, let's go Uh, come over east, get hit with a hundred Opp niggas talkin', they ain't on nothin Opp bitch fuckin', she keep on suckin 6 in the mornin', turened into make muffin Tryin' to go spin, cause bro keep clutchin He off the bean, and a ten, he bussin He on a opp nigga rip, didn't bronem Make a opp nigga strip, bitch Bitch, I'm in that ride with the guys Three different gens , they ain't even nines Fuck ass niggas be cryin Pourin' the deuce, I mix it with lines Smokin' on Za, I'm slidin I'm a real 3, these niggas be lyin Slidin' through the south, they hiding We goin' up on niggas like elevators She tryin' to fuck on the 3, we got hella paper Sliding with 6 and quise, we all got bombs Like we tryin' to detonate em Fuckin' this opp, lil' hoe We trap that shit out, and gang gone use her cable I'm still rockin' balenci, don't talk about paper Cause I ran thru plenty Nigga, this G-Lock 30, it hit like a bitch So I got a shoot it with grip Bro got precision, when catchin' a two So you know when he shoot, you know he don't miss Lil' bro on bullshit, he just tryin' to slide Talkin' that shit, but ain't never outside Still at McDonald's, still gettin' some fries They never try to spin, but they steady on live On God, all these niggas be cap I'll get em gone In a motherfucking tap But I hope they don't gon' get catched Niggas be rats Talkin' to Twelve, I be thinkin' my phone is tapped Dracos blats AP hit, I bet a two get clapped He drop a diss and we touchin' his cantaloupe My aim so good, they'll sign me to interscope You cannot fuck with my members I'm on point in this bitch like Kemba She throwin' mouthpiece just like dinner I don't want the bitch if she can't get a rental Uh, uh And I'm still rockin' that Gucci You be lovin' that bitch while I'm fuckin' that bitch Lil' mama a hoochie Nigga be flaw, that nigga the law Know he gon' sing like Toosi I'm too real, no, I set it off like Boosie Money and murder on my mind, ain't worry about no coochie Roll opps in paper, I'm about to start sliding now Speakin' on Honcho, that shit make me crash out Tappin' the Blats, it feel like I lagged out She come around the gang, that bitch got her ass out I'm in the trap house, ask me my ticket Get you a glee cause my city get wicked I slid through Dove, I ain't see none but crickets Real trap nigga, she kissin' my blicky That bitch off the Luna, she tryin' to get frisky You crackin' a three, then I'm crackin' your biscuit Ain't gettin' no money, ain't showin' no loads Double G on my glasses, Amiri my clothes I'm smokin' on dude, I smoke on yo bros G-23, a big 4-0 You wanna be three, go get you a soul We score on the opps like fourth and goal Thanks for watching