3-Peat Lyrics

All this time up in the bing

Been the shit still

Wit no deal

Care less how you pricks feel

A hell a buzz like the heavy weeded

Ya lean and make ya feel me

Just fought my demons

Think they meant to kill me

Youngworld hiphops reign man

Bought the game back

Derranged man

Derailing on tracks just a train can

Full steam boy go postal

Not ya mailman

Slay men

This so god like no pale hands

Top here to put my name on it

And ain't leaving

Bringing heat veins ice cold

Temps like changed seasons

Fakes leave em

Either dead or his face bleeding

And ain't breathing

Jungles out like its ape season

Boy bringing them goons out

Ya tuned out

Tooly out

And things get to flaming just like a bulls snout

That leave their ass on dirt floor

On all fours

Hardcore shaking down blocks

On it like coke wars

Aint messing wit me dumb dummies

Wut ya want from me

Belly full from a fat stomach

We eating and feasting

Homie that's a full plate

These dogs hungry

Catch em chewing on a raw steak

Don't play ya all bait

And part ways wit all lames

This thing go deeper than heart pains

Sinked in aint no telling where this game took me

This thing like wet pussy

To cover this ground need ten bookies

Take too much dose of this might flatline

While mapping mine

Crunching these numbers

Fed like flat time

Belt buckle hard cold ass whooper

Watch the chef cook ya

Game on tip like picked boogers

All this time up in the bing

Been the shit still

Wit no deal

Care less how you pricks feel

A hell a buzz like the heavy weeded

Ya lean and make ya feel me

Just fought my demons

Think they meant to kill me

All this time up in the bing

Been the shit still

Wit no deal

Care less how you pricks feel

This a Lakers show

And thats a three peat

The game ill never leave it

Boy i'm the future

You could never see me

Sick of all this bullshit rap

Man their trashcan

Change rap

Eight styles in Wayne a rap band

Naw not a single sucker staying wit me

These lames slay em quickly

Cut em in half

Split em fifty fifty

Now who here wit me

Sipping soda while blowing sticky

On my ditty bop

Too high

Passed the roof tops

Dude hot

Firm on feet

Put it in tube socks

Summer time weather

So yeah im on like boob shots

If they hand me the rope

Ill leave ya hanging man

Feet dangling

Skin burned toast

No anchor man

Got the hammer man

Incase jams get out of hand

Bright lightning steel

You boys slip banana peels

Ain't even got on my sick shit

Or pissed yet

Pussy clit

Munched down

Sucked dry from wet lips

You can ask ya chick

She like a cold freak

In her stomach

I'm tounge deep

Her body all stiff like cold feet

Been the man

Yall well cooked pasta boy

Ya all food

These live shows like operahs boy

Take heed

Ya best bet to keep stepping

Whole team hard wreck things

Set the bar and heat checked it

Yeah I'm hard

You rap boys ya tin can

Im ipman

Kick yall ass post like kick stands

Bout a dolla

You ain't bout it then ill holla

Whole team turn pasta

When their sitting on that hot stuff

All this time up in the bing

Been the shit still

Wit no deal

Care less how you pricks feel

A hell a buzz like the heavy weeded

Ya lean and make ya feel me

Just fought my demons

Think they meant to kill me

All this time up in the bing

Been the shit still

Wit no deal

Care less how you pricks feel

This a Lakers show

And that's a three peat

The game ill never leave it

Boy i'm the future

You could never see me