
3.5 Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
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Huh yeah okay let's uh
Huh yeah okay let's uh
Huh yeah okay let's uh
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Yeah I got a three.5 blunt imma smoke it
Niggas just talkin' that shit, I ain't focused on them
I'm standin' tall, nah I ain't moping
I'm a big dawg, you need to go to the gym
You can't pick up no racks, how you jokin'
Can't make up your mind without your ass chokin
When I'm in the scenery, bitch, I'm scopin
I'm stackin' this money till the bitch stop growin
Nah, I'm not acting different, nah
I'm not finna' act how I was
I gotta listen, cause all the pain in my chest
Feel like a burn from a rug huh
I thought I was makin' you happy huh
Nah, but you chose to pass tense
I had to drive away from all of the bullshit
So nobody saw my reaction
It's crazy how people be matchin
Don't give a fuck shit, it already happened
I'm stackin' this paper, then I gon' be gone so fast
Hell nah, R.O.D., don't be cappin
I'm in the black car ridin', I'm swervin', I'm glidin
I'm smokin' this gas while I'm up in the air
You down on the ground, I'm more major than you
I ain't fuckin' with you cause you ain't with the squares
I got a three.5 blunt imma smoke it
Niggas just talkin' that shit, I ain't focused on them
I'm standin' tall, nah I ain't moping
I'm a big dawg, you need to go to the gym
You can't pick up no racks, are you jokin'
Can't make up your mind without your ass chokin
When I'm in the scenery, bitch, I'm scopin
I'm stackin' this money till the bitch stop growin
Nah fuck a half, gotta get a QP
Got this money for real, they ain't fuckin' with me
Man, these racks in my pockets gon' fall out my jeans
Got my niggas with me, you can't fuck with the team
Ain't nobody gon' catch me, I'm movin creep
Hit him right in the dome put that nigga to sleep
If he come cross me, bitch, it come with a fee
Got a bullet on his foot, got him singin' like Glee
One thing about me, I always forgive a nigga
Don't matter how mad I will be
I don't fuck with no enemies, nah, I don't want him
I'm hittin' the dash, I'm smokin' this green
Bitch, I just wanna go right in your pocket, yeah
I'm finna stop it, yeah, I guarantee, yeah
I'm in Miami and I got that Julio, nigga
I'm out here feelin' the heat, huh
Yeah, I'm ridin' like Batman
I'm slidin' the hawk so I don't need no traction
Shit I'm goin' high speed so I hope you ain't lackin
Not from the front, I come in from the back end
No need to know where I'm at, why is you askin'
Nigga Huh
You ain't gettin' my lo
I'm finna get round from here, bitch, I'm makin' it clear
You not finna know where I go
I got a three.5 blunt imma smoke it
Niggas just talkin' that shit, I ain't focused on them
I'm standin' tall, nah I ain't moping
I'm a big dawg, you need to go to the gym
You can't pick up no racks, are you jokin'
Can't make up your mind without your ass chokin
When I'm in the scenery, bitch, I'm scopin
I'm stackin' this money till the bitch stop growin
Yeah, uh, I got a three.5 blunt Imma smoke it
Niggas just talkin' that shit, I ain't focused on them
I ain't mopin
Niggas just talkin' that shit, I ain't focused on them
I ain't mopin
Yeah, uh, uh, yeah, okay, let's go uh