The Big 3 Lyrics

Smoked a whole eight fee

Call eight fee like I need a session

He dropped a 3

You already know me

They sent him up to heaven

She a freak but all she want is love like her name Kevin

But her man a rat he like his friends cause all them niggas telling

You already know me

Throw up the bee like I was into spelling

Yea I'm from the three but bang the b and I hang with c

First name come before a t you gone remember me

Told the bitch she my favorite clown like oh silly me

I over heard them opp niggas

Heard they want me dead

Gotta stay strapped up

Put one in his head

Beating on Autumn walls like I was in a band

In Saks tripping punching everything Like I'm Jakie Chan

My hoes wanna know my life

But they won't understand

Bitch something like that one dance

She a runner man

If ion like the her

I'm a fuck the bitch and pass her to my man's

And you know we brought the strap out so we not throwing hands

I only want the pape got you for beneficial reasons

Moncler for the winter but baby this my favorite season

Trippin in the Stu this purple shit got me leaning

We got stacks on the beat but this time he not singing

I done left his little bitch for a day got her fiendin'

60 seconds with the bitch got her creaming

Bitch tryna spend a night is you dreaming

I done fell asleep in the pussy I think I'm sinking

After I fuck bitch you know that I'm leaving

My bitch already I'm wit you and I'm cheating

Bitch they call me bigracks bitch cause I'm eating

Pouring purple in my cup bitch that's them demons

Just hit his bitch off the Chris Brown got me singing

I'm the type to leave another bitch without a reason

Za in my wood and this bitch got me tweaking

He was talking crazy on the gram now he leaking

Let tell them niggas who I'm really is

Stepping since I been a kid

Put em inna body bag that nigga need some Benadryl

Yea we gotta lotta mags it ain't shit to send a few

Aint if ands buts Brody get killed

Naw don't ask abt his guts cause them bitches spilled

On the block with that shit on me yea the field

Hell yea I got my mag inna interview

Nigga I'm a blast on you in a few

Hell yea I'm in the city with that bitch with a switch

Only camp doe cause niggas love to snitch

Niggas know that we stepping on shit

Make them quit like we hooping Ian talking the about the Knicks

I a get a nigga hit with the stick cause the shit they be saying don't never make sense

I remember when we made a nigga dip so quick

I done caught his ass hopping on the fence

Man this shit ain't never what it seems

That lil ruger boy my glock gotta beam

I'll leave a Nîgga insides clean

Give a nigga 15 like a team

Give a bitch back shots like Ricky

Niggas know that I'm the don like diddy

Fuck yo 2 cents I got 50

Bitch I'm rich as fuck filthy

I'm so anti with the hoes call me richy

Make my bitch like Minaj I call her Nicki