3 Headed Xerbrus / Best 4 Last ft. Royalty Lyrics

Yeah, yeah

Trap on fire, we don't give a fuck

Said he want some smoke, we gon' put him in a dutch

Do the dash in the skyline

I'm Paul Walker with the clutch

Purple label on my jeans and I got purple in my cup

Trap on fire, we don't give a fuck

Twelve at the door, hide the drugs, or we fucked

If the doors get kicked, all the drugs getting flushed

Played the cards I was dealt

It came back a royal flush

Prosecutors prosecuting I got lawyers in the cut

Trap on fire, we don't give a fuck

Get a Glock and hit the block and hit the plug and turn it up

I got young niggas in shietys

They gon' turn your head to mush

Two cellphones

I ain't Kevin Gates

Pockets on obesity and I been moving weight

Jimmy call my phone to pull up, I can't be late

Not being that nigga or be broke

Well I cannot relate

Diamonds wet like lakes, made a withdrawal at that bank

This that count it in your face, I turned her shoebox to a safe

Brand new Glocky on my waist

Don't get in my face

They ask me if I'm rolling, hell yeah

I took a no face (ay)

Had to catch a junkie, put some fentanyl in his face

I'm seeing stars in a Wraith, like we went to outer space

Stars in a Wraith, like we went to outer space (takeoff)

Hit him with a two-piece, mink, mink in his face

If I'm in the place, your hoe never safe

I can't go on dates, I don't even know the date

Make a movie, fix your price

Drop the ticket, make it right

I got some niggas who went left

All because I did it right

Trap on fire, we don't give a fuck

Said he want some smoke, we gon' put him in a dutch

Do the dash in the skyline

I'm Paul Walker with the clutch

Purple label on my jeans and I got purple in my cup

Trap on fire, we don't give a fuck

Twelve at the door, hide the drugs, or we fucked

If the doors get kicked, all the drugs getting flushed

Played the cards I was dealt

It came back a royal flush

Prosecutors prosecuting I got lawyers in the cut

Trap on fire, we don't give a fuck

Get a Glock and hit the block and hit the plug and turn it up

I got young niggas in shietys

They gon' turn your head to mush

Purple label on my clothes and purple kush up in my blunt

Walk up to my trap up prepared, don't be asking for no fronts

All my blunts is double-stuffed and all my cups is doubled up

All my nights is spent with hoes and all my life I've been this froze

I got down bad and had to get it, I finessed the plug with dummies

Now we scamming in the Hilton, order lobsters stomach grumbling

Now I'm meeting up with lawyers just to go over the numbers

I do numbers, it's no wonder that your bitch started to wonder

I do wonder when you niggas gonna catch on to this stunting

Maybe pick up on this pimping I pop bottles like it's nothing

AP rooms to count the money, card decline, I don't know nothing

Back on road before they catch me, I'm the swipe god, can't finesse me

Pop a bean and I get testy, probably best just not to test me

Back the beat off if they press me, fresh to death is how I dress me

I get hoes like Elvis Presley, diamonds reckless, don't arrest me

Callin' G if shit get messy, we gon' cripple your investments

Trap on fire, we don't give a fuck

Said he want some smoke, we gon' put him in a dutch

Do the dash in the skyline

I'm Paul Walker with the clutch

Purple label on my jeans and I got purple in my cup

Trap on fire, we don't give a fuck

Twelve at the door, hide the drugs, or we fucked

If the doors get kicked, all the drugs getting flushed

Played the cards I was dealt

It came back a royal flush

Prosecutors prosecuting I got lawyers in the cut

Trap on fire, we don't give a fuck

Get a Glock and hit the block and hit the plug and turn it up

I got young niggas in shietys

They gon' turn your head to mush

Bat no Bruce, I'm the dark night I usually hunt alone

But my hell hound steady mumbling, "wanna feast demon souls?"

It be all fun in them games 'til I just open up this phone

'Cause at first it was just two but three, "make cell completely whole"

I could whisper over here and have you fighting in the air

Get up close your hair stick up like "Spidey sense that dangers near"

Shit get ugly in this bitch, I'm talking ugly like Darth Vader

Heard I got a secret hater, I hate niggas like I'm Adolf

Look these niggas in the eye, only thing I see is fear

Only thing I fear is God, and the demon in my ear

Gotta say it one more time, so I'll make it fucking clearer

Nigga rest in peace to Ra, Angie and all of my dawgs

This my Christmas gift for y'all, one infinity for all

Trap on fire, we don't give a fuck

Said he want some smoke, we gon' put him in a dutch

Do the dash in the skyline

I'm Paul Walker with the clutch

Purple label on my jeans and I got purple in my cup

Trap on fire, we don't give a fuck

Twelve at the door, hide the drugs, or we fucked

If the doors get kicked, all the drugs getting flushed

Played the cards I was dealt

It came back a royal flush

Prosecutors prosecuting I got lawyers in the cut

Trap on fire, we don't give a fuck

Get a Glock and hit the block and hit the plug and turn it up

I got young niggas in shietys

They gon' turn your head to mush