Kyrie With the 3 ft. Ace Bezzel Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2017
Lyrics
Yeah
Skinny Singleton you a genius nigga
Making mafucking movies in this bitch
Wooo, wooo, wooo
King Corn you a dawg for this beat
Man, Eight Hundred Fifteen
Bezzel
Show these niggas what it's about
I just want to live life no restrictions
Drinking Hennessy like I don't know no limits
And my homie put them golds in his mouth
For them times when he couldn't afford no dentist
Aye, aye, aye, we poor pimping
Aye, aye, aye, I need four Benz's
I ball in three dimensions
Future bright you gone need yo lenses
Need those V-6, V-4 engines
Need garage with speedboat in it
I don't neee no friendships
Run the town you need more fitness
Bringing in sums from how I summarize
Winnebago summer nights
E.P.T ain't nothing nice
Takes about a hustla's life
But I never touched the white
Need my whip customized
Shawty come in clutch at night
Aye, clutch like Kyrie with the three
The three, the three
With them lips by Kylie she a freak
She nasty, nasty
V.I.P, need seen I.D. 'fore we speak
See it, see it
E.P.T, Black Rabbit we like forty deep
Is we talking or we hustling
Is it love or we just fucking
Gotta let me know something
Got the party jumping, jumping
And all of my niggas is with me
So who the fuck could be against me
Showing these haters no pity
The way that we fly round the city
And I ain't got no time for niggas out here taking business personal
Come live life inside the winners circle
What's in my cup is brown the shit up in my swisha purple
E.P.T, Rock Heavy, this the winners circle
Bitch I'm a dawg
My bitch keep my blade and my dope in her bra
Piecing these puzzles while breaking the law
You gone fight for your life if you tell what you saw
These chopper get hot it'll tear you apart
I never been scared we trap in the dark
Your bitch give me brain, I knew she was smart
Pop a Superman then turn into Clark
I be, in the kitchen, water whipping
With the bowl looking like I'm mixing eggs
Unzip the bag I got bricks in my face like I'm fighting Craig
She gone suck me up and down
Only come around when I miss the head
Last nigga got lucky, just blessed that my shooter missed his head
I feel like winning today, nigga
I got no feelings today, nigga
Get the fuck out of my face
I blow one to the face
I be gone like a getaway nigga
I'm blowing a bag
I teach you just make it to class
You try me I'm whipping that ass
These rap niggas mad
Cause I be sonning these niggas no friends, I'm more like they Dad
Aye, I got a play on the way
Aye, more ice than Quavo today
Aye, I'm toting .380 today
Aye, I'm shooting like Jay-O today
Aye, in the cut with a lil uzi
All your friends dead if I start shooting
And my trap bitch bad and boujie
She gone bag it while I'm gettin to it
On my mama
Aye, clutch like Kyrie with the three
The three, the three
With them lips by Kylie she a freak
She nasty, nasty
V.I.P, need seen I.D. 'fore we speak
See it, see it
E.P.T, Black Rabbit we like forty deep
Is we talking or we hustling
Is it love or we just fucking
Gotta let me know something
Got the party jumping, jumping
And all of my niggas is with me
So who the fuck could be against me
Showing these haters no pity
The way that we fly round the city
And I ain't got no time for niggas out here taking business personal
Come live life inside the winners circle
What's in my cup is brown the shit up in my swisha purple
E.P.T, Rock Heavy, this the winners circle
Aye, clutch like Kyrie with the three
The three, the three
With them lips by Kylie she a freak
She nasty, nasty
V.I.P, need seen I.D. 'fore we speak
See it, see it
E.P.T, Black Rabbit we like forty deep
We that deep, that deep
We that deep, that deep
We that deep, that deep
Yeah
All of my niggas
All of my niggas
With all of my niggas
Wooo, wooo
Clutch like Kyrie