3rd Degreee ft. Danny Undead Lyrics

I can give it when I got it but I ain't got it like that

I Got enough to fill my pockets but not enough to give back

I Got enough to fix my jeep but not enough for scatpacks

My lil change imma keep and stack until my cash back

Im stuffin grams in my socks and cash in my backpack

My lil homie into stocks i gave 7 ferda bag

But i aint fussin it aint nothin i know he gone get me back

Because i trust him like a cousin none my homies down bad

They know im Grindin every week put shoes on my sisters feet

She got enough to wear some sketchers but not enough to rock some heat

And If you know about me, then you know that i stay clean

My sister the same thing, she steppin in 3rd degree

With her brand new job she steppin with hurt feet

I dont plan on a job let the work work for me

I Never ran from the cops i stay silent like a G

Lasagna the cheese on top im still workin on the cheese

Push the green on the street im never gone work for free

Flip the green to the fiend Im steppin in 3rd degree

I Got some wings on my feet Im steppin like hermes

Pay for muscles in the street my homie like hecules

Push the green on the street im never gone work for free

Flip the green to the fiend Im steppin in 3rd degree

I Got some wings on my feet Im steppin like hermes

Pay for muscles in the street my homie like hecules

Walk it on back lil momma I dont understand this urgency

Im currently tryna determine whats up with the third degree

All this pesterin questionin you been doin erkin me

And why you cryin now I thought you was supposed to be hurtin me

To be perfectly honest I couldn't afford that birkin

You told me you needed repeated to me while I was workin

Eventually I conceited went to neiman's got the cheapest anything

For my senorita till I heard you was cheatin

Now all I got is a receipt to remember you by

And now you starin at me wheepin and pretendin to cry

Shoulda been savin all the cheese that I would spend on you

I really needed that shit I couldnt depend on you

But now I'm stackin by my lonely goin fiend by fiend

Still be rappin for my brodies in the 313

You got clapped by all the homies got a std

And now I'm laughin when my phone bling cause you messaged me

Push the green on the street im never gone work for free

Flip the green to the fiend Im steppin in 3rd degree

I Got some wings on my feet Im steppin like hermes

Pay for muscles in the street my homie like hecules

Push the green on the street im never gone work for free

Flip the green to the fiend Im steppin in 3rd degree

I Got some wings on my feet Im steppin like hermes

Pay for muscles in the street my homie like hecules