3 World Lyrics

(Cut that shit up baso)

(I got Mikey, we fuck shit up)

It's forever Johnworld, and you know that we steppin' bout it

Dissin' on John, hit your block, trying to knock some off

Ain't dodgin' no wreck, swerve the box bitch, we crashin' out

Tell that bitch, to stop hiding, fore' we come knock his mama off

Long live LaQuarries, can't believe, pussies killed my dog

Chop in my ear, sayin' fuck the opps, kill him all

Pop a Perc', and gon' spin, know I love when that murder talk

In the trap playing with bricks, by tomorrow, I'ma have him em' gone

Go to war with the city, ain't no fear in us

Talkin' bout what they gon' do, still ain't hearin' them

Fore' we got guns, we was whippin' shit,

Boy if we know you a bitch, you get bucked for your stick

It was LG and Snoop tryna get rich off a lick

Ain't nobody gettin' spared, everybody gettin' blitzed

Hit after hit, I want blood and bodies

Still prayin' to God, that my killer ain't on side me

Yeah, I been shot, but I sent shots back

Put our life on the line, we at war in the jack

No remorse for you niggas, no love for you bitches

Can't hop in that car, you scared to play with switches

Murder for John, and we kill for LaQuarries

Walk down, head tap, face shot, you get buried

Turkey bag, full bags in the trap, tryna get them off

Talkin' bout who he killed, tell that lil' nigga, knock it off

Fllrrd, Get down

With this, I'm controlling the crowd

Hit the opps block, with a hundred some rounds

No, we ain't stopping until we gun some down

Soon as they die, we put them in a blunt

Five-five-six, have them twitchin', turn that boy to runts

It's a three world, man, you bitches just livin' in it

Won't make it to heaven, bout 3hree, cause we steady sinning

It's forever Johnworld, and you know that we steppin' bout it

Dissin' on John, hit your block, trying to knock some off

Ain't dodgin' no wreck, swerve the box bitch, we crashin' out

Tell that bitch, to stop hiding, fore' we come knock his mama off

Long live LaQuarries, can't believe, pussies killed my dog

Chop in my ear, sayin' fuck the opps, kill him all

Pop a Perc', and gon' spin, know I love when that murder talk

In the trap playing with bricks, by tomorrow, I'ma have him em' gone

392, nigga, this a P-World,

I might run in your yard, bitch

I'm feelin' like trap, baby,

They ain't really bout it

These niggas, they act crazy

For them threes, I'ma T-up lil' bitch, I go crazy

Pop out 3 deep, tryna knock a nigga's shit back

Heard he play with bags, run him down, let me get that

Why the fuck you niggas trollin', but still ain't got no get back

They ain't never spint shit or shot, none with they bitch ass

Yeah It's a 3hree world

Its forever a 3hree world

It's John World, Yeah

It's a 3hree world

It's forever a 3hree world

It's John world

LaQuarries living in John world, Choppaboy stepping man

Long live all my 3hree's