3 For 3 Lyrics

3 for 3

3 for 3, nigga dont miss

I know alot of shit be just going over yall head

But I dont even trip on that nomo

I'm in my zone just like 2-3

In my zone just like 3-2

I know that boy ain't gangsta

His whole facade see through

I keep one in the head

I hate when niggas tell me keep it cool

Round here won't hear bout niggas gettin' killed even if you watch the news

It's a sad, sad story

But a nigga gotta live through it

I'ma beatbox the glock in case a nigga wanna hear music

I'm the one like Cam Newton, but I thought they been knew it

This ain't no race or nothin'

I'ma switch the pace or somethin

I know a real-life Deebo

Call him, you don't wanna pay for somethin

I'm tryna stack up, get a big crib with hella acres under it

Them bullets fly

You may feel somethin', so run like Baker coming

I know a white boy with a stick

Everybody know it ain't for huntin

I'm gettin' high

Wake and bake

Weed still illegal in my state

Any time of day

Hit the store you catch the old heads on a crate

Couple scratches jumpin' gates

Fucked around and got scraped

Yo dog a rat like Kim Possible

Ain't like the play called the audible

Her nigga mad cause I borrowed her

Beat her back in, fucked her posture up

They send shots they subliminal

Then they wakin' the coppers up

Ain't fuck that bitch in a minute

Lowkey I been movin' different

Ain't hit no lick in a minute

Even if I hit a lick I'm still gon' tell you I didn't

I know felons bounced back they winnin'

Saw a Tahoe jumped out the Civic

Grew up cousins, uncles was killin'

No salon I'm pluggin extensions

Clutchin', I don't know his intentions

Pull up 30 clip stuck up in it

Bad attitude just like them bitches

Aye

It's my money, I need it now

Get off the couch, get off yo ass

Won't hit no lick with none of these niggas

Cuz they ain't solid they just gassed

I think I'm big foot behind the wheel

Step on the gas that bih go fast

Under the influence I am

But I bet I still don't crash

Shoot that chopper long enough that nigga body gon' rip in half

Swing that chopper

The kids ain't gettin' on that cause it don't make them laugh

Main man just opened shop

I call him Dexter cause he stay in the lab

Remember I fucked that bitch so long I started crampin' in my calf

Candy cane, I got my stripes

Took off the adidas, put on my Nikes

Put down his heater, no opp in sight

Sad to say he got off that night

My dog still sippin' dirty Sprite

All the parking spots took but I just pulled up for the back end

Lil Fooly was here

Key word, was

That's past tense

Every time I fuck that bitch she forget who her dad is

Me and Brodie plottin' on a murder, swear we finna bag kid

Big sticks like they told us take her ass to Baghdad

I be damned a nigga put me on a t-shirt or a hashtag

I know a nigga ready to get his hands dirty for some fast cash, bitch

Know a nigga ready to get his hands dirty for some fast cash

I won't let a nigga put me on a t-shirt or a hashtag

Bitches wasn't suckin' dick that was way before I had a cash