3rd & Inches ft. 3L Beezy Lyrics

Yeah, uh-uh

(Boog in the booth, yea he goin' crazy)

Finna hit the road, find a plug, I ain't gon' fuck it up

Me and blood in the back of the presidential, I swear that we flamed up

Free my baby down the road, he in the feds, he ran it up

I been on these perky pills, I think I fell in love with a slut

So many dogs up in the yard, I need nunchucks to chop em up

In and out the country, I'm laying low movin' in a Toyota truck

You got loads and we got loads, your numbers can't compete with us

I been juggin' all day, I got a Narcan stuffed up in the trunk

I be fresh as hell in some trap fit, make your bitch she wanna fuck

Yeah my phone steady smacking, I'm in traffic causing it static

We the ones in the city, bitch we known for makin' it happen

Turbo glizzy on a nigga, make him do a jumping jack

Hit the gas on the cops, bitch I'm stackin' a lot of cash

Murder gang, you can't hop inside my car without no mask

Ain't no out trappin' me or my niggas, we in first, you last

This no cap, I seen Jit Wop run up a hunnid' off of grass

Niggas broke that's why he mad, your bitch ate me for a hour, I think she need a knee pad

Ain't no kickin' in my door, you better know the keypad

Niggas out here crackin' threes, when they see me, shit be bad

Uh-huh, yeah

I be feelin' all alone, I swear I made my heart cold

Go against them reapers, actin' gangsta, boy I know you told

Said she wanna fuck on me, cause she know that my pockets swole

Say you wanna load, I swear to God, we on the road

I been in the field with them reapers, tryna stack the pros

10K, all blues, we stashin' those

Catch me with yo' bitch, I'm tryna bust a pistachio

Perk 20, I'm on 2 it got me too geeked

Got me confused, I been had racks before you knew me

They say I'm hot, I'm really not, they tryna do me

I play it cool, just got a drop from my lil' groupie