TRES AMIGOS Lyrics

Standing in the kitchen with my pistol and my scale

Heard the opps was talking crazy we can send that boy to hell

I can shoot until it's empty but the cops wont find the shells

It's 11 niggas with me

You might die if you call 12

Standing in the kitchen with my pistol and my scale

Heard the opps was talking crazy we can send that boy to hell

I can shoot until it's empty but the cops wont find the shells

It's 11 niggas with me

You might die if you call 12

Yeah my shooter with me, he don't speak

Yo baddest bitch is still a three

Could cook it with no recipe

My opps will never rest in peace

Don't mess with me

Pistol in my pockets, where my cheddar be

Especially

When I'm in yo bae like it was Chesapeake

This therapy

My brother said just treat her like accessory

Successfully, I take her to the back and she give neck to me

I don't like to talk a lot unless its in a booth

Ok I'm lying under oath but tell the judge that its the truth

Ok, I feel like I'm Nelly back in 2002

I'm always gone keep it cool

I do not give a fuck what you do

Just shut yo mouth, don't speak to me

Just shut yo mouth, don't speak to me

Just shut yo mouth, don't speak to me

Just shut yo mouth

Standing in the kitchen with my pistol and my scale

Heard the opps was talking crazy we can send that boy to hell

I can shoot until it's empty but the cops wont find the shells

It's 11 niggas with me

You might die if you call 12

Standing in the kitchen with my pistol and my scale

Heard the opps was talking crazy we can send that boy to hell

I can shoot until it's empty but the cops wont find the shells

It's 11 niggas with me

You might die if you call 12

Big ass hands I'll slap a nigga

Have him like "What happened nigga?

Why these people laughing nigga?"

Shit just went to crashing nigga

You lacking nigga

I'm with gang just tell them broke ass niggas stay inside

Loading clips, and spinning shit, you bet not come outside

Playing with my money, niggas know that I'mma slide

Touch one of my brothers guarantee that you gone die

It's to the top, we'll knock you off

Nah we dont give a fuck bout no opp

7.62 in the clip, I pull it back and let it rock

I learned to hustle as youngin' putting weight up on the clock

Don't come tripping in my office we could make a body drop

Standing in the kitchen with my pistol and my scale

Heard the opps was talking crazy we can send that boy to hell

I can shoot until it's empty but the cops wont find the shells

It's 11 niggas with me

You might die if you call 12

Standing in the kitchen with my pistol and my scale

Heard the opps was talking crazy we can send that boy to hell

I can shoot until it's empty but the cops wont find the shells

It's 11 niggas with me

You might die if you call 12