Th3rds ft. Toug3 Lyrics

Bank account in thirds

Got me out the burbs

Fucking up the worst

Riding in the bimmer swear this shit a curse

(Huh, I already know)

Get it back, back to back, and we flip it first

Toe to toe, with the macs, we gon let it burst

Just got a check with some cash, I'm gon let it splurge

Told lil bitch "get out the cut, I'm with the big dogs"

You don't wanna fuck with the SOE, told lil bitch get out

Huh, yeah

Aye bitch get out

You ain't get it lil bitch

I'm in the beam lil bitch

I'm gon get it real rich

I'm gon get it lil bitch

I'm with the big dogs, why you talking? You get no respect

Watch where you walking, I might just pop him, put a tech up in your neck

Fucking your bitch, and she wet

She telling me that I'm a ten

I'm getting racks though, fucking her back out, you steady cap on the net

Big bank roll, keep my hoe on the phone

She want more, she in love with the SOE

Dropping my racks out the duffle

Taking your bitch and I love her

Ran up my money, you better take cover

The nine hundred and eleven make you feel like you hover

The cat gon scream and everyone love it

Two hundred the speed when I start to cut up

The passenger seat, where everyone wanna

Start talking to me but I do not wanna

Bank account in thirds

Got me out the burbs

Fucking up the worst

Riding in the bimmer swear this shit a curse

(Uuh, I already know)

Get it back, back-to-back, and we flip it first

Toe to toe, with the macs, we gon let it burst

Just got a check with some cash, I'm gon let it splurge