3OG Cypher ft. ADOT & Jayro Lyrics

Ayy, ayy, yeah, ah, yeah, 3-0, 3OG, ah, ayy, ah, ah

Do em sloppy with my posse, count a hunnit up

Shit get really sloppy when she top me on the tour bus

Niggas cruisin' steady, watchin' 3OG, we comin' up

This jawn gon' fuck the summer up, niggas just be outside, we run it up

Shiesty, slimy, thuggin, shit don't matter, homies eatin

Niggas really urk my soul, boy, test your luck, give me a reason

Niggas steady on my drip, boy, can't keep up, change with the season

Yeah, Rollie on my wrist, I came from sillybandz

And she can't get no ones unless she really dance

Niggas claimin' they want smoke, but that ain't really gas

You remind me of Kyle sister, your shit really ass

Money bags, just up off of Walmart, made a hundred cash

Money fast, this shit sum like Usain in that hundred dash

Made it on the road, but I'm still rockin' double C's

Got me a bankroll, I got on rocks and AVVs

Diamonds always dancin', they gon' jump like they 3-D

Them other niggas trash, so we ain't bumpin' ACD

They say the money talks, well, I guess I talk it fluent

Niggas tryna jack my swag, but let me walk you through it

I don't do the drama, but I keep me a little Uzi

I stay with that paper, I ain't talkin' bout no loose leaf

I just went and ran my bands up

Tell them pussy boy to sit right down if they can't stand us

When he was down bad, he was broke, I helped my mans up

If you talkin' crazy, call up gang, they ain't gon' blame ya

Them boys, they better man up, cause I don't got no manners

I can't hit my phone, cause you ain't touch right with them scammers

They pull up with a hammer, like they Thor they up them hammers

I don't tell my shooters shoot, fuck with me, then they gon' spin the blocks

Sum like a Rubik's cube, niggas say the top get lonely

I'ma bring my niggas to, get to a bag

Stay out the way, that's how real niggas move

Lucky seven love my brethren, call me Jaylen Brown

Niggas dap me up, they be the same ones that be hatin' now

Niggas mad as fuck, they only talkin' when I ain't around

Love all my dogs, die for the niggas that I hang around

That shit slow just like a retard

Niggas got a loan, and copped designer, you ain't street smart

Ten toes down, I'm big, steppin till my feet dark

Amex, swipe it like a key card

Put on for my city like I'm T-clark