3Peat Lyrics

Woah yea yea yea

Woah yea yea

Woah yea yea yea

Woah yea yea

Woah yea yea yea

Woah yea yea

Woah yea yea

Woah yea yea

Stop talking just drop it

Save ya time they quick to just clock it

And walk round with rockets

The type that you can fit in ya pocket

Seen shit with my socket

Won't forget the day that he cocked it

Was calling his bluff

Couple seconds later he popped it

Round here life a dog it's rough

It might bite you acting tough

Try to flex and show you buff

Youngings grew up muscled up

Mixed emotions like a mutt

Got my brain all in a rut

Thinking bout those lost

Lor Cuzzy gone he really died for what

Aw man

Here we go again all night just washing the dishes

While the leaches and the rats are sleeping tight with the fishes

Smile and lie straight to my face

And that's what made me so vicious

I swear I get around people and they just start flipping switches

I'm tired of faking

I don't like how you think that you know me

Aint holding a grudge

But I cannot forget what they told me

Care less how you feel

This blue rag kinda make me feel holy

I thrive in any setting

I'm just so well rounded Ginobli

Squeeze before they do don't want my mother have to bury me

Cut some people off cause they was using never cherished me

Laughing in my face the police mocked me like a parakeet

I got shot then booked nah they ain't sentence me to therapy

Broski got a new attachment gave his pole a long nose

Might just even take a trip to Austin like I'm stone cold

I won't go that way for nothing

I can't fit the wrong mold

Know my voice is gifted golden

I can make the song flow

Squeeze before they do don't want my mother have to bury me

Cut some people off cause they was using never cherished me

Laughing in my face the police mocked me like a parakeet

I got shot then booked nah they ain't sentence me to therapy

Broski got a new attachment gave his pole a long nose

Might just even take a trip to Austin like I'm stone cold

I won't go that way for nothing

I can't fit the wrong mold

Know my voice is gifted golden

I can make the song flow

I got a son now I can't just sit on my ass

Knowing I need me some cash

My past behind me and I got my foot on the dash

I ain't been racing to crash

Deep in a hole that's where I reach for my stash

Then I start crunching the stats

Look at numbers

It make me wonder

How can I slumber

I need more racks

I only been speaking facts

But they selling lies

Quicker than fiends cop smack

You can find me in the back

I peep the scene

The only way I relax

Went on vacation while on probation

Just me and Ty

Cooking that crack

Up in the stu

Beautiful views

Tape coming soon

I'm good I'm back