3 Way ft. Moneyboy Jayy Lyrics

I keep a strap on my hip like it's Zack and I'm Cody

Fake nigga only see me one time but claimin' you know me

Wicked nigga with a gun, tryna show his pistol

Opp nigga make me mad then I'm fucking his sister

Hop out with both of the gens, I call them bitches sisters

Why would I get mad bout a bitch when I already took her

Not school but I'll fill a bitch with led

Ain't really trippin' not with all these sticks, ain't goin' fed

Ahhh, that nigga ain't been on this shit, where his head at

Couple bitches tired to throw me the pussy where the bread at

Ahhh, this a rich nigga, dick wanna Fuck

But a nigga been on some rich nigga shit

Hop out the whip and get tah, get tah blickin' at your shit

Told that bitch my dick is too good, to let you put it in the mix nigga

Ahhh, all that he say and she say

Hop out the whip and get tah blowin', at the pre-K

Gettin' so much cake every day, is my E-Day

Gang getting to the money, ain't worried about how much he make

Got the pack and I'll serve him, break it down in three ways

Catch a opp loafing on the Gang, we spend for three days

Caught that nigga lacking had to charge him now he prepaid

Jumping on these niggas, run em down, that's the E-Way

You can catch me on the interstate, or catch me on the freeway

Moving so much packs up on the couch, like its a free day

Niggas don't be thinking that I'm crazy, that's what he say

I'm like, what it is, I'm tryna put that chopper to your mouth

Straight up out the east, up out that city but stay the south

Tryna put that gun up to your head, money to your mouth

Lil' bro tryna keep a nigga in, bitch, I'm breaking out

Niggas try to play me, but ain't gangsta, show me what I'm bout

I'm talking bout that chopper to your face with the gun on your mouth

Niggas ain't gon' play me out my money, been knowing the math

Cold-blooded creature, let it rain like I'm taking a bath

Niggas ain't been solid, steady switching, I'm keeping the tab

If a nigga say he want the smoke, then I'm keeping the dab

I see these niggas steady crossing, go the other way

A young nigga get out the trenches, yeah, the guttaway

Niggas get caught up up in that jam and don't know what to say

If I pass the alley to the bro, they dunk it or they lay

Thought it was over, okay, but I'm back now

Put the cat on television, it's a smackdown

I just bought a new glizzy, never lack now

I heard Buddy tried to run, but he got ran down

Nigga, what can you do with me?

I'm a hothead with this Glock, I shoot out 23

Don't ask what's up in this cup, it'll put you to sleep

And I stand over east, you play we creep

Tell em nigga, mm-mm, that's the three-way

All, I throw is the three, that's the three-way

Nigga

Ahh, ahh, ah, ah, ah

Gang, that's the motherfuckin' three-way

Gettin' money on my E day

Yeah, fuck what he say

Bitch, fuck what she say too