Three ft. 4tw20ty Lyrics

I

Just smoked a quarter

You, you asking all them questions man you must be a reporter

She, been on my dick you might as well divorce her

He, the type to still, love her and support her

We, been in the trap we call it brick and mortar

She was giving head in the headquarters

Import, exporter, foreign transporter

Ain't seen a bed in weeks I got a sleep disorder

Get money forever that's some shit I'm looking forward to

Gotta leave lil baby crib when I see more to do

Smoking dope no not the regular kind this ain't gorilla glue

All my niggas getting money everybody making moves

Fuck I look like moving with dummies boy my niggas on point too

She, make eye contact with me then she gon' choose

Smoking all this dope I'm walking light in heavy shoes

He, act like he putting in work ain't made a move

They, be watching everything that I do

He, make the wrong move and we gon

I ain't even gotta say what we gon' do

I'm behind, five % when I come through

I'm hella high

I can't tell a lie I do

They, don't be doing the shit we do

He, hate he can't be part of the crew

She, waiting on me to say come through

I

Just smoked a quarter

You, you asking all them questions man you must be a reporter

She, been on my dick you might as well divorce her

He, the type to still love her and support her