3Peat ft. J Mont & Frizz Lyrics

Yeah

Ah, yeah

Aye, aye

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Aye, aye, aye

Trio going for the 3Peat

Double eight, when I drop a record on dogs and you hear the CD

All you rappers getting dilated like John Cena, you ain't seein' me

Like Kob and Shaq, we gon' 3Peat

Like Kob and Shaq, we gon'

We might just go in 3Peat, (3Peat)

They playin' this shit on repeat

We the big three like the Heat, know what I mean?

Runnin' the league and nun' of you niggas compete

I'm keeping receipts, we are not seein' defeat

Taking the key to the streets, we sit at the table, we ready to eat

You know that we able to kill any beat

Niggas they want from me, black tees, black Air Forces

Pulled up, matte, black Porches

Back to back to back like Jordan

Back on our bullshit

They Scotty of rhymin', just pass me the mic

Body are droppin' when we on the sight

The bottles are poppin' when we taking flight

My pockets look like I just robbed a bank

The whip is big bodied, it's built like a tank

You know I'm a general, show 'em my rank

They catchin' a whiff and they know that it's Dank

It's chains and planes galore

I bought her the Fendi, I'm rockin' Dior

I got her addicted, she askin' for more

They checking the score, we back in the game and we ready for war

Aye, aye, aye

Trio going for the 3Peat

Double eight, when I drop a record on dogs and you hear the CD

All you rappers getting dilated like John Cena, you ain't seein' me

Like Kob and Shaq, we gon' 3Peat

Like Kob and Shaq, we gon'

Aye

I don' hit that breaker shit, I swear I'm bout'a flip that

Run back on you choppers like I'm Blocka with the clip back

Talk about your problems girl, I swear you need'a sit back

Gotchu when you pop around, so tell me where ya click at?

Aye

I don't fuck with none of y'all, I swear you gettin' skipped at

Take your shots at me, I promise dog, you gettin' dissed back

Fuck around, your family 'bout'a know just where this shits at

Keep a strap around the park, I know that's where your kids at

Heard they wanna fight up on my name, but it's a mismatch

How you tryna call yourself a dog, but gettin' bitched slapped

Cuffin' on these woman for their numbers like a dispatch

I swear rappers swingin' on some shit but never hit back

Ah man, god damn, tell me dog, what's the move?

Mont, Frizz and I, runnin' up the big three, that's what it's coming too

Talkin' 'bout on my label, that's just something y'all just shouldn't do

Gotchu in my web, with three of us it's W's

And W's, yeah

I don't fuck with none of you

Not some of you, yeah

Digging dirt on you other dudes

That's what I do, aye

Nah, fuck it, in other news

I'll let Frizzy step to this shit when he be coming through

Look

I told ya I'd give you the hot shit, you gotta trust in the process

The whole city on my back

It you gotta a problem then squash it, squash it, squash it

All y'all love to just talk shit, we take shit outta content

All my dogs in the projects, all they know is to pop shit, yeah, yeah

Look

(Told you that I'm different dogs, we are not the same)

I do this shit for me

Play your little bitch like a symphony, I'm tryna fuck what'chu bring

(Told you that I'm different dog, we are not the same)

She tryna get with me

I introduce ya to Tiffany, she getting tired of lames, yeah

You better fuck with me, you wanna move up

Dog in the back of this shit with a tool tucked

Giving y'all heat on the road like a food truck

(What? Yeah)

You wanna get some respect, well then do sum'

She was so bad that I wanted a two-some

Since you were the king in the making, yeah

You gotta learn to be patient, I'm way better than anticipated

Soon as they heard it, they started to praise it

Felt like pluteus, was still in the basement, yeah

Yeah, selling the goddamn picture I painted

Started out broke, then this shit started raining

You want the smoke we can make an arrangement