3.5 ft. Bookiee & $iR JD Lyrics

Yeah, I'm in my city, 612

Yeah, I'm in my city, 612

Uh, yeah, I'm in my city, 612

2, yeah

Sound nigga, uh, uh

My niggas ain't makin' no sound, uh

All my diamonds hittin' just around, uh, uh

And you know I got it off the ground, mud

I don't really give a fuck, you know what it was, you know

What it do, what's braggin', what's blue

And you know, and you know, I got the blues, uh, yeah

Fuckin' me, bitch, you rude, uh, yeah

I don't know, can't relate, uh

I gotta get in the hate, uh

I'm just stackin' them 8's, uh

Yeah, I'm smokin' an 8, ay

3-5 in my wood, uh

Yeah, I smoke and I'm good, uh

Yeah, you know I'm high space, uh

I don't care, gotta , uh, uh

Sitting back, I just watch em obsess

Flip the bands while these niggas get rest

I be snappin' like Mitchell and Ness

Only two years, I still ain't my best

At my crib when you makin' her stressed

Outta water, this shit need a vest

Fuck wit Bookiee, just come and I'm vest

When you broke, you get put to the test

And I'm peepin' the hate from the side

On a quest but I don't got a tribe

People fake, I can tell by they vibe

Buyin' viewers and comments on live

Couldn't fake this shit if I would try

Better life if you come and comply

Baby, do not be askin' me why

We got feelings, put that to the side

Smoke a pound to the face

Baby, don't fuck up my place

She just pulled up for a taste

She ain't never seen a rafe

Break a pound to an 8

It's not you I just need me some space

I don't know, can't relate, uh

I gotta get in the hate, uh

I'm just stackin' them 8's, uh

Yeah, I'm smokin' an 8

3-5 in my wood, uh

Yeah, I smoke and I'm good, uh

Yeah, you know I'm high in space, uh

I don't care, gotta uh uh