Three Sixteens ft. Ma$termind & Shrub Head Lyrics

Speakers knocking RIP to him

Still spitting this is phlegm

Always us, never them

Spaz when I touch a pen

Do it all for Ms. Kim

Fly mover with the wind

Really nigga, I am him

Jean different check the hem

I don't dress like none of them

Heavy stepper run the gym

I be with my brethren

Tell me who you better than

Ain't want smoke but still caught it

Second hand

Niggas faking numbers on the gram

That's a scam

You gotta live with it not me

Far as this rap shit go, nigga i'm top three

Wonder what my opps see

Beef with little like chopped cheese

Never cop, please

Back to the raps, got me seeing new things

Fit match my bitch mood ring

Could be any color, but Ima let you wonder

This ain't strength, bitch it's thunder

Colder than a stunner from Steve

OG, Champ brought the game to its knees

Don't matter if you're best strapped

We aiming for head taps

Who asking where your cred at?

I'm coming live from the face of your speaker

Too eager to dead that

Hold your guns to the eyes of a FED

Cock the head back

Fuck a set back

Always on the move towards my goals like a treasure map

While i'm toasted off the best batch

Bet that

You're losing all your chips if you're all in

You bluffing and we called it

Poke around and fold 'soon as we pulling your card, trick

You outta know the time

I'm who to deem the most conscious

And yet I'm out my mind

Never was monsters in my closet

They was in the lines

You can find them in my mantras

Time and time again

I've been silent since a jit

Standing still while it's rocky

Preserve honor over trends

Too much pride to let them guide me

I'm one of them reminders just to think for yourself

Instead of tryna bleed over wealth, rather speak for myself

Yo

Jiggy hot as the beatles

The way they screaming like i'm Bieber

I could sell out arenas

Jiggy James on the T-shirt

This my rock and roll rebirth

The fuck is Fred Durst when you need him

And the waitress with my tequila

I'm spacing I hear Anita

Baker singing the sweetest

Melody I ever heard

I'm hanging on every word

Working harder than your average

I don't rap I adlib

"Jiggy, where ass been?"

Fucking making classics

Fucking on Cassandra

Fuck it I'm a bastard

I'm actually Fucking Ashley

I guess I should start packing

Young Jiggy done got that magic

A pitty he don't be rapping

I'm just chilling singing Brandy

Pimp, I'm Eye Candy

Ya, Ima die one happy motherfucker

Your bitch love what I does. I mean, who doesn't? Ain't I something?

I hit my stunner for the three count

After this tell Vince I'm out, have a Coke and a Smile