3rd Person Lyrics

Why you walkin' round with your chest out like your bitch can't get crushed

Who the fuck

I look like Kwame Brown

Bitch, I ain't no Bust

I know Lil' Char kept it solid, boy it ain't no rat in us

If you wonderin', when I'ma blow, just know my time comin', ho

Trust the process, chase the profit

Ja Just went crazy for his Jordan, year, you know them youngins pop it

YPC the fuckin' label

Before you see me, dick ride any, nigga, I build my own table

Hella teeth inside that bitch mouth and she green, that bitch a gator

Freak ho fix her mouth to ask me what I bring to the table

Ain't got shit for nan, ho, what I look like a fuckin' waiter

Bitch keep talkin' out her neck, I'ma grab the scissors and cut her off

If you tryna make a check, then buy your ass a brick of soft

Marlo got that pennant on his neck, he the Asian Jack Frost

Fucked around and put a hole in one, ain't even playin' golf

Feelin' just like John Gotti, feds done did a fuckin' sweep

Best believe I can't get, uh, me no motherfuckin' sleep

Yeah, it's true, they got my ass on house arrest, I don't even care

I'm a big ol' P, uh, I'm a big ol' fuckin' player

If your ho come around this way, I turn K camp and I just slay her

Like to fuck her slow, I call this shit right here, chop and screwed

Pull the dick out, put it in her mouth like, uh, baby food

Told that bitch to shut the fuck up with that fake-ass attitude

Some ho might say that I'm rude, but the truth is I'm not green

Gotta watch the ones that come around, they ain't real as they ass seem'

Look what your ass made me do, made me take you off the map

All that fuckin' talkin' kap, and your ass ain't got a strap

And your ass ain't got a gun, and your ass ain't havin' funds

Me this shit from the bottom of my heart, I feel bad for your son

enough of all that crazy shit, lil' bruh, let's get back to the fun

Ayy, Dusse, tell me what's your ass done touched ' in one day

I done touched a 50 ball, and that just off one play

Dusse, how your ass so solid? I just keep my mouth closed

Dusse, how you get the hoes? Pop outside with hella chos'

Best believe when I'm outside, yeah, I got that copper cove

Talkin' bout that stainless steel, yeah, this shit is on my hip

Lil' Char quick to change the gears, yeah, he love those fuckin' whips

Reachin' for my brother chain, you tryna see how much in my clip

If you ratin' on my name, just know your ass gettin' spilt like milk

Pockets bangin' just like nip, get to trippin in saks fith

If my ass can't get no head, what make you think you gettin' a gift

Baby girl done lost her mind, feel like boo get rich off crime

Yeah, I'm out here in these streets, ballin' just like NB3

Yeah, I'm out here in these streets, ballin' just like NB3