Three Down Lyrics

Cyclops three down rep that Bankset heavy

My dogs all hounds dressed up in they bellies

Lights off tools out bro got that grip steady

Icons underground but this shit's elementary

Come at them with that stupid flow this shit is automatic

Bro turning up the radio he bumping to that Bankset

Fit all black like an emo pharmacy inside my jacket

I was such a good kid my mum like I don't know how that happened

Use to dream about this shit when I was just a little man

Now me and like three other bros all squeezed inside a tour van

Drove a whole eight hours just to do the show and drive right back

Riding through the trenches shout out dead end shout out all the fans

Got a bag of the green and couple of the white

Just bought a little bottle and I mixed with the Ribe

Might get a little faded just to kill a little time

Living out my father's dreams can't believe these heights

Windows all the way up while we smoking on that sticky

Bro never thought to mention we was stopping at the BP

Showed up same time as the army they was wearing blickies

Bro just took a hit now he sketching yeah he tripping

Out here making history it's all part of the job

Just pulled up to the hotel elevator to the top

Six hundred on two nights like bag don't ever stop

My bro's got the toolies always ready for an op

Cyclops three down rep that Bankset heavy

My dogs all hounds dressed up in they bellies

Lights off tools out bro got that grip steady

Icons underground but this shit's elementary

Come at them with that stupid flow this shit is automatic

Bro turning up the radio he bumping to that Bankset

Fit all black like an emo pharmacy inside my jacket

I was such a good kid my mum like I don't know how that happened

Shouting double cup sipper

On the stage with Sage and Skiller

Wasn't born lead a normal life nah I been living bigger

My team know that I deliver

Bring the flavor no vanilla

Turn the heat all the way up let that mother fucker simmer

Not a saint nor a sinner just a loser with a sick flow

Never use to fit in now they trying to get my info

Got the whole room bouncing up and down on they tip-toes

Mother fuckers talk shit but it's me taking the win though

Trying to go out celebrate after the show

Some hella baddies here in welly I feel like a hoe

Bitch want my dick down in the alley but I told her no

You're very pretty but you smell like whisky and patron

Blowing up my phone it's like I cannot get a day off

Got a problem with me and you think I give a fuck what

Never use to feel me now I got something that they want

Ain't even subtle 'bout it stupid ass bitch, fuck off

Cyclops three down rep that Bankset heavy

My dogs all hounds dressed up in they bellies

Lights off tools out bro got that grip steady

Icons underground but this shit's elementary

Come at them with that stupid flow this shit is automatic

Bro turning up the radio he bumping to that Bankset

Fit all black like an emo pharmacy inside my jacket

I was such a good kid my mum like I don't know how that happened