Steez Pt. 3 Lyrics

Pressure pack

Hit the gas

Fuck up out my lane nigga

Fuck up out my space

Should kno ion fuck wit lame niggas

All I need is shordy and blunt and we saved nigga

Pass it to her while she finna cum we ain't the same nigga

Ain't the same nigga

Boy we ain't the same niggas

Barley tried but the got the pussy

While you tried and ain't hit her

Guess the pack bring extra steez

And extra sauce no thanksgiving

Ion need to pop an X to fuck an x

That's pain killing

All I need is bread is weed

All you want is fame and hoes

Money stack from here to there

To up and down a stripper pole

Go around and back again

100 Racks to sit at home

Crazy how I started off stony

Just a lil folks

Just a lil shordy

He ain't even kno

Cause he ain't een see it

But dat boy was pretty close

The typa nigga see somebody fake then adios

I done lost bout 50 friends

But I done kept the realest bros

Still be talking bout how I be the number on the back of rose

Still be talking how Im from the bottom still I want the most

Yeah I got it if you want it still gon say don't ask for smoke

This passive smoke gon pass a ghost gon make you crash before yah float

It's Steezzy I'm one the hardest

You niggas be barley emerging

I put in the working cause of the earnings

Making me ball like I'm Irving

Now I'm these niggas concerning

Cause I be growing shifting and swerving

Fresh out the dirty like detergent

Whippin 290 knoin I'm overly merging

Knowing I'm overly learning

Music stay overly burning

Addicted to murder putting the Steezzy on track

Is like calling a surgeon

Cause nobody doing it better

Already updated the version

I'm tunneled on every vision

I gotta make sure I'm determined

So just pipe back lil bitch

Go and buss down yo Rollie

See this ice on my wrist

See this ice on my neck

Make them psych bout the whip

Make em type out

Or write bout how I ain't the shit

But maybe these niggas be hating for nothing

I turn it to something you turn it to bitter

Turned it to talent for bettering rapping

Who could've imagined who could've consider

Making it happen wit pain and the practice

Now pockets have fatten my wallet is thicker

Now I'm the captain who whippin the faction

To follow they passion and doing it bigger

To follow the pattern but never a mirror

She draggin a wagon I'm seeing it clearer

The flow is so dragon so fire and cracken

I feel like assassin a lyrical killer

I'm finna go platinum so shordy what's happening

I put on the magnum to make it look bigger

I'm bring the package I'm puffing and passing this blunt

Like a baton for burning it quicker

Steezzy