3L Lyrics

I'ma pop my shit every time

Fuck all these hating ass niggas and all these poe ass bitches

I'm 3L, 3Lyfe x Cbg, you know what the fuck going on

Put a switch, on the blick tryna knock down the whole crew

Niggas gossip like bitches, but that's just what hoes do

Hit your block in a horse, get to yelling out yee-haw

Try to aim for his head, fuck around, blow his knee out

Posted out north, on the 3hree, with some head-hunters

How you screaming, 3k, pussy you ain't never killed none

Ant got his face took, we smoking him everynight

Tried to go left, but we played his ass dead right

Hop out on feet, trying to run some shit down

Niggas play with 3L, and got turned to a gram

Catch one lack at the store, Jb hop out and spray him

And you bitches die too, ain't nobody getting spared

If it's Snoop on the hit, talk to God, better pray

It's a cold blooded war, in the jack, ain't nobody saying

Lg, Chop, and John, I'll kill whoever bout him, risk it all for them bitch

You niggas broke as the fuck, y'all ain't having no motion, you niggas pathetic

Say they want war with 3L, we pressing the issue, go tell them we ready

Ain't ducking no static, the opps keep dying, nigga, that smoke getting heavy

Team full of motherfucking killers, robbers, shooters, trappers, and felons

Hop out the back of the car, trying to run that boy down

for that shit he was saying

How you a shooter, you never got off, had your gun in your hand, but you ran

Got my foot on they neck, I'm pissing them off, cause this shit is never stopping

Rich off swiping, and trapping little nigga, them racks can't even fit in my pocket

Run down, hit that boy in the stomach

He on a shit bag, now he breathing funny

Dissing on John, he must wanna die young

Boy, your mama ain't raise no dummie

And long live LG, a real street legend, he put plenty motherfuckers in that grave

Hit your block in a scat, trying to catch us a hat, catch that body, then go make a play

Bodies, we having plenty of them, we having plenty of them

Motion, we having plenty of it, we having plenty of it

Bitches, we having plenty of them, we having plenty of them

Fast cars, we having plenty of them, we having plenty of them

Blood, we drawing plenty of it, we drawing plenty of it

Fullies, we having plenty of them, we having plenty of them

Bitches, we having plenty of them, we having plenty of them

Bodies, we dropping plenty of them, we dropping plenty of them

We the ones getting active in the city nigga

We the ones walking down getting rid of niggas

We the ones having motion nigga fuck the opps

Make a diss, piss me off, I'ma spin the block

We the ones turning niggas into caspers

Hop out, run down, then blast them

We the ones in the city getting active

We the ones in the city getting active

I be trying to tell these motherfuckers in the city

Name another group of young niggas doing big shit like us

They Can't

We the ones doing this shit man

We the ones putting on for thee city

We got the city terrified, do you fucking hear me

And we still standing on top of shit, still standing on top of business

Fuck a nigga hoe, niggas ain't on shit, do you hear me

We the ones getting active in the city nigga, do you hear me

Cbg x 3lyfe bitch