Host Lyrics

Damn, it's 333

Comin' off the domino, this shit not free, free, free

Uh, yo, it's 333

They call me the monster, call me a mobster

The way I do this shit like I'm Italian, a mobster

Like I'm from the 80s, you know I'm like a G

But that shit silent, like it is in Lasagna

But I still pronounce it, cause that's the way I do this shit

When I be comin' after you

And you know I'ma be doin' all this shit

But damn, when I be comin' off the dome, I'm not gon' slip

But damn, where my slides at

Cause I'm out here just tryna try that

But I'm out here just runnin' round like we is playin' tag

And you just miss me, you never get me

I'm on top the park so you cannot hit me

But then I go and get my ball

So I can go ahead and rub it down off the card

And then I lay it up, and then I tuck it up

And then when I go and cross you far

And then I put my shot up and it go splash

Right into the net, and then it hit the ground

And then you start regret, tryna challenge me

But then I'm not gon' be the one that you gon' see

Cause then I'm too quick and I vanish like a ghost

But I'm not him, the host

So I just really be seen on TV and like the host

And then it is the most, and I don't really know

But all this shit is really got me right up top the dome

Damn, it's three, three, three

This shit is free, free, free