321 Lyrics

You niggas is silly, y'all bitches do kill me, y'all really be hatin', I'm tickled as fuck

Rollin' up rillas, hot damn, I'm a killa , no Bill, I'ma kill him, yo dad in the trunk

Look at my niggas, yeah, all of them tucked

Flippin' up fingers, but nah, we ain't fuck

Bitch, we stack millions on billions on trillions, and yeah, I'm chameleon, adaptive as fuck

Which these niggas want it, blick cock back, these bitches on it

Bars are super, yeah, they sonic

Did the dash, we ain't that sonic

When I drop, these fakes be frolick

You's a trip like alcoholic

On the trip, we alcoholics

Never stop, we workaholic

Look, better than who?

Steppin' to who?

Bitch you is scared, giving Winnie The Pooh

Pussy be lyin', your cat is the proof

Flow is so sticky, I'm giving the glue

Shit is so sick, but I don't got the flu

Might be real late, like a hour or two

Shut the fuck up, we ain't talkin' to you

Bitch, I am grown stay yo ass in the school

My nigga, I done it, you can't ever do it

I do it, it's done, and I get the fuck to it

So come over here, I'ma show you that who is

You stick to that praying, my shit is real Buddhist

My niggas withdraw like you niggas cartoonists

We don't wear the same

You bought from them boosters

We rove in the range

And we always strap two, and go mem in the brain

I'ma always outdo it

Bitch!

Hey, wait

I got a little bit more

I just had to talk my shit

Look

Look, ayo

Aye, wait, wait, hold on

You niggas, I gotta hold on

You can't afford it

Bitch, you broke

Hoeing, but the coin gone

I hear that cap, yeah, go on

I'm Daddy, your name is Gohan

Ain't talkin' batting eyes

We robbing ain't got no robe on

Stack the bread, ain't talking Cheez-its

Popping, but ain't no squeezing

I am so unheard of

I'm foreign like a Norwegian

Man, y'all still is boosting

Chicken heads out here roosting

My shit go C-O-C-K

It's blasting it leave you snoozing

I'm the right one

And you niggas are slow

Are you type dumb?

Got em' pressed like the screen on they right thumb

You ain't ready

You see, you ain't ripe, plum

Uh, ah, uh

You be flapping yo beak

Work for Tyson

Bitch, I'm squashing yo bean

You'll be type done

Yes, I always can see

You can't hide none

Ha, ha, uh

Better pray for your health

Call the white nun

You depleted ya wealth

Ain't the type one

Niggas ask for the time ain't it like one?

Ah, ah, look

Better pray for your health

Call the white nun

You depleted ya wealth

Ain't the type one

Niggas ask for the time ain't it like one?

Grah!

Said that's just how we do

Bitch it's J-A-A nigga

We good

We good

Woo!

Wait, hold up

My, my cell phone breaking up

Hold Up

Brah!