3 ft. Zay Blaze Lyrics

Denver

Greely and Grand

You know where to find me

Parcells in the mail

The higher it's climbing

Reaching

ADHD

I'm living alive

I'm living elite

You niggas just can't compete

All in her dreams just running around

Shorty was thinking of me

I be on the go

I be on the East

What can I say ?

The damage is done

Deal with the heat

Choosy

Hop out the Lex

I hopped in the Three

How you gon hate on a nigga that get it

n keep it the lowest of keys?

Dead weight on my conscience

Went n had to find a way to release it

Dropped out made 100 grand last year

Now I'm coming for Three more

Counting my paper I'm counting my blessing

I counting on niggas to leave

Having different conversations the commas coming Niggas better believe it

Shit is you staying or leaving?

Getting picky with the people I keep close

Big shit

Big smoke

Wax Blunts

The papers is pee soaked

We eating queso getting pesos

Wit a side of some Miso

Peace god, I needed 310 now

I'm grinding for Three more

Three

Three

Three

Three

Three

Three

I'm moving at different speeds

Hop in the Beamer I'm pushing 100 at least

Baby I'm out of your league

I got a roster, each day of the week,

I call em the 7 seas

Shawty be beckoning me

Yesterday I took a L

Imma bounce back that I do well

I don't move weight but imma tip the scales

You should know a nigga can't fail

I was dead broke and niggas can't tell

Let my hair down feel like K Wales

Sheesh

Close yo mouth don't speak

I know talk is cheap

And that can't pay my lease

Bitch I'm Off my leash

Getting back on my feet

Been what I'm posed to be

She know it she throw me that Georgia peach

Slowly learning who'll be there for me

Finding folks that on my type of time a rarity

Don't hate me cuz I became

What you was scared to be

If I'm on the court I don't shoot two's I'm there for Three

Three

Three

Three

Three

Three

Three

How you gon hate on a nigga that get it

N keep it the lowest of keys?

Dead weight on my conscience

Went n had to find a way to release it

Dropped out made 100 grand last year

Now I'm coming for Three more

Counting my paper I'm counting my blessing

I counting on niggas to leave

Having different conversations the commas coming Niggas better believe it

Shit is you staying or leaving?

Getting picky with the people I keep close

Big shit

Big smoke

Wax Blunts

The papers is pee soaked

We eating queso getting pesos

Wit a side of some Miso

Peace god, I needed 310 now

I'm grinding for Three more

Peace god, I needed 310 now

I'm grinding for Three more

Peace god, I needed 310 now

I'm grinding for Three more