3 8ths Lyrics

Back then I was hungry, no food on the plate

In the trap all day, got no time for a date

This shit like a job, I can't be late Woke up this mornin', I'm so 3-8ths

Told that bitch, I'm an alien, I need my space

She kicked me a debit, so I paid for her lace

It's no competition, fuck doin' the race

That boy a lame, better stay in his place

Rule number one, don't talk to the jakes

I be totin' a G, lawyer, fight the case

If the D's on the v, I ain't usin' a break

Like, bitch, I'm a Grinch, don't give it, I take

Niggas gon' hate about the money I make Like, I was down bad , you still ate off my plate

Came from chop cheese, now we eatin' on steak

Young trap nigga tryna buy me a wraith

If that bitch really love me, she gon' load up the site

Like, pussy on dikes, you niggas be tight

Came with some shooters , why the fuck would I fight

Like, broke, I'll lock now he callin' on Skype

Tell mama, don't worry, I'ma be alright

Like, this my life and I can't let you take it I was fucked up, had to start in the basement

Feel like Chrisean I'm in love with blue faces

Niggas sendin' me beats, tryna get a placement

But I'm in a trap, workin' like a slave

Fuck havin' fans, I'd rather have J's

Like, Grinchin' for dollars, I gotta get paid

opp thot wanna fuck told her , line them up

She gon' give me the drop for a couple bucks

Hop out, gang, when we bendin' the truck

First opp that I see, then he outta luck

Niggas dissin' my deads, they ain't doin' nothin

Like, how you the ooter, don't got no gun?

When the beam on the back, where the fuck you gon' run

Like, brodie a tweak, he ain't goin' for nothin'

I got PTSD on, bro, I'ma flock it

Like, Capital One, tell me what's in your wallets?

Pockets on fat, call it Mr. Wallet

Used to trap out the school, I ain't go to college

Back then I was hungry, no food on the plate

In the trap all day, got no time for a date

This shit like a job, I can't be late Woke up this mornin', I sold 3-8ths

Told that bitch, I'm an alien, I need my space

She kicked me a debit, so I paid for her lace

It's no competition, fuck doin' the race

Back then I was hungry, no food on the plate

In the trap all day, got no time for a date

This shit like a job, I can't be late Woke up this mornin', I'm sold 3-8ths

Told that bitch, I'm an alien, I need my space

She kicked me a debit, so I paid for her lace

It's no competition, fuck doin' the race