Triple 000 (Interlude) ft. Kill$et & Thewizardsprogram Lyrics

Take a breath my old bitch booted off the jet fuel

She been telling me it's probably that old school

It's a problem with the po-po in the streets (It is)

I could tell you who you are but you know who you be

My dawg geeked up off a shroom said he touch the light

I be with the liquid stream it's gone get me right

Tried to teach em all the ways, bitch I'm Wizard T

Kill$et tatted on my veins, it's gone die with me

Fuck a 12, I'm a Soulja, been like that forever

Old new coupe, swing 200 I ain't playing with em

Put weight up on the pedal sounding like a marching band

Gotta another bitch from Alabama, she a fan

Every time she see me, she be calling me her hunny bun

Runnin' from the pussy? Not at all, I just don't chase

Blowing up my phone steady tryna get a taste

Tell me if you with it, please do not waste time

I just bought a fit to let em know I'm on the grind

Gotta make a move, money moves yeah yeah

Running to the money gotta catch it how I can

Telling me she love me, but I still can't be her man

I gotta sip the poison til I'm geeked up out My mind

It's so many ways these hoes finessing for a dime

Told me she get worked up when her trick pay for the rent

She still be in church on Sundays trying to forget

Pimpin' was too easy when a nigga had the grits

Bitches getting greedy with it, aye do what you do

I be grinding hard you would of thought it was a ruse

Niggas hanging out like every Friday money stressed

Pulled up in that German, I ain't playin she impressed

Gettin to the bag, getting to the bag, Yes

Countin' up the check 100, 50s, and few 10s

Now she flexing hard with her friend get it in

Niggas Hatin hard go to tweaking acting funny

She pulled out that fye, let it lose until he dropped

Kill$et on my side and you know they'll pull up

I can't never fold never told wassup