3 Vets Lyrics

Walk up in dat bit' too clean, I'm froze

They don't fight you where I'm from

Like the beat, I keep a drum

You ain't got dough lil' boy, you a bum

She gave me brain that bit' so dumb

Used to be broke, I ain't have no funds

Now I spend it just for fun

Eat at Harold's just for lunch

Walk up in dis bitch wit da VVS

Can't get my 'Gram 'cause I don't do the text

Don't give a damn 'bout how you flex

Pull up with cubans all over my neck

Tec gon' blam don't care who next

See me and kinfolk, you see three vets

I'm at the show, better have my check

Choppa gon blow if you disrespect us

Choppa gon' blow if you disrespect

Lotta bad bitches wanna give me sex

Gang on my neck, gold chain wit da crest

She gon' buss it down on a boy then I dip

You a lil' bitch crying 'bout some creds

Had a drop a roll and I got some breads

Renz gon' eat, whole gang get fed

Hatin on me? Lil' boy get slept

Hatin' on me? Lil' boy get slept

I ain't even really gotta call my gang

Got 30 on me so I'm by myself

Shorty wanna know if I dress myself

Cheated on her man like I gave her health

Told me go deep like a wishing well

Hit it one time then you know I bailed

Diamonds shinin' on 'em can't control 'em

I be wit' a pretty bitch, she from California

I asked my lawyer, "What they do if I don't show up?"

Lil So got his dough up, got no Ls and picked yo ho

Walk up in dat bit' too clean, I'm froze

They don't fight you where I'm from

Like the beat, I keep a drum

You ain't got dough lil' boy, you a bum

She gave me brain that bit' so dumb

Used to be broke, I ain't have no funds

Now I spend it just for fun

Eat at Harold's just for lunch

Walk up in dis bitch wit da VVS

Can't get my 'Gram 'cause I don't do the text

Don't give a damn 'bout how you flex

Pull up with cubans all over my neck

Tec gon' blam don't care who next

See me and kinfolk, you see three vets

I'm at the show, better have my check

Choppa gon blow if you disrespect us

Wok up in that bih too clean I'm froze

Hers in silver, mine in gold

Never had shit so da bag I'ma blow

FRVR that's spelled no E's, no O's

She love da drip, so I got in the mix

Kick out the broad , 'cause we can't trust a bitch

Yeah I said "we", 'cause it's me and my bitch

Nun' personal, man, it's just bidness

Picked up a mic, it was easy as shit

I make more bread off the wok and the pics

Thought I was on, but they ain't seen shit

Deadshot flow, 'cause a nigga really don't miss

(Knick) Knack, patti wack

Here comes Kang wit da same ol' pack

I ain't talkin gas 'cause I don't do dat

But I'm talkin 'bout my niggas that'll come through stat

Wait who? 'Dem niggas rap?

Money in the bank, I ain't talkin bout a match

Lookin' for da KANG, I'ma be where I'm at

I'm just making Ms, muhfucker dats dat

Dytto on my side like a muhfuckin' catch phrase

Switch lanes, I'ma need da bag on sight 'fore we hit stage

Niggas actin goofy in the slotty, we gon' engage

Wok up in the bih kickin' shit like a sensei

Walk up in dat bit' too clean, I'm froze

They don't fight you where I'm from

Like the beat, I keep a drum

You ain't got dough lil' boy, you a bum

She gave me brain that bit' so dumb

Used to be broke, I ain't have no funds

Now I spend it just for fun

Eat at Harold's just for lunch

Walk up in dis bitch wit da VVS

Can't get my 'Gram 'cause I don't do the text

Don't give a damn 'bout how you flex

Pull up with cubans all over my neck

Tec gon' blam don't care who next

See me and kinfolk, you see three vets

I'm at the show, better have my check

Choppa gon blow if you disrespect us