Yea 3x Lyrics

This is insane

Literally like, I'm scaring myself

Freedom by Heartboy beat

Let's get it. Yeah

One time for the nights I cried (Cried)

Two times for the pain so real (Real)

My spit come straight with skill

God Hand on me can't break that Will (Heh)

Tap in I'm out of my feels

Rap Kid, I'm out in my field (Out in my)

On life that's all I know (Ay)

Go hard done got him a deal

Look I must've showed up at the wrong show

'Cause I'm turning up like y'all don't know (Look)

Name a place that I won't go. That's a code game for the wrong folks

Representing my own coast. I'm a dope brand with a low slope

And no joe blow could ever be around me. I'm pulling cards like a dealer found me

Inauguration I'm finna feed the family. Better clap it up and keep it clean and candid

Been big he be keeping at it. Hit the beat and see the people panic

I been checking y'all need a savage

Hit the game I got bigger baggage (Look)

Not the same I got sicker habits better pray me for me 'cause I'm really bad

Ay I'm like

Yea yea yea I'm lit (Yeh)

Yea yea yea this it (Yeh)

Yea yea yea get hype (Ay)

On top I run it all night

Got to tell em all

Yea yea yea I'm lit (Ay)

Yea yea yea this it

I said yea yea yea get hype (Ay)

On top I run it all night

Had to tell them all

Woulda. Coulda. Shoulda

That's a statement I ain't tryna say

Run the game wit all kinda plays

Do it dirty all kind of ways

I got fomo I'm trying to stay

Beat banging all kind of bass

Baby bad with all kind of face

Painted on. All kind of fake

Look

I'ma turn the show into a mosh pit

And I know they been tripping on nonsense

I know when I get it I'ma rock it

Right past all them telling me to stop it (Hold up)

Y'all ain't even know from the post I was on

Real life rap gone get him on the phone

Doubling back with a bag and a bomb

I just had lunch with your dad and your mom

We just went globe and beyond

Get out my pockets I'm going to prom

Get off my case ain't no point in you trying

Get out the race if you're running behind

I said yea yea yea this it (Hold up)

Yea yea yea we lit (Look)

Rooftop running I'm too far gone (Ay)

Not when I quit (Man)

One time for the nights I cried

Two time for the pain so real

My spit come straight wit skill

God Hand on me can't break that Will

Tap in I'm out of my feels

Rap kid I'm out in my field

On life that's all I know

Ay ya'll talking I got it for real (Ay)

Talmbout he got it for real (Yea)

See me I got to be chill (Ay)

'Cause I could be shot or be killed (Heh)

But I'd feel like a prodigy still (Heh)

Dream it it's got to be built (Ay)

They ain't put time in it took me to get it they looking like how does he feel

Like I'm mighty joe young

Boy I be banging all on my chest

Man what

Hurt him he got to be healed (Yea)

Pull a converter go take him to church see the deep of his heart'll be spilled (Yea)

We just did all this for real (Yea)

I be on beats like the mic was a meal

I just turned 3 to a 5 (Ay)

Got a beat that could beat you alive (Yea)

I see right through that disguise (Ay)

Get him pissed then he meet you outside (Ay)

Better do what you need to survive (Yea)

'Cause You see that heat in his eyes (Yea)

I was completely surprised (Ay)

Told me I'm wordy

Throw the emergency brake so the preacher can ride (Ay)

Bright like a diamond in mine like

Yea yea yea we lit (We lit)

Yea yea yea this it (This it)

Yea yea yea get hype (Ay)

On top I run it all night got to tell them all

Yea yea yea we lit (We lit)

Yea yea yea this it (This it)

Yea yea yea get hype (Ay)

On top I run it all night got to tell them all (Huh)

Motorsport motorsport. No divorce no divorce

Go to court. Go to court

I need that on my report

Break the curse remove the spoil

It's got a lot to do with oil

I'm on that new and improved Joy

Watch how I do what I do boy

(Watch how I do what I do boy…)

(Watch how I do what I do boy)