THREE-P3AT Intro Lyrics

Kiss the ring

This the third one

Defending champ

I'm back

Third one for real

Yeah, Crazy

I ain't nobody's favorite rapper

But I deserve to be (Right right)

Better than the most heard niggas

And you ain't heard of me (Ah)

I bee killin tracks with the hooks

The rap version of candy man

I bob my head while buildin beats

Not no knock off handy man, shieeet (Bob the builder)

If I ain't the goat

Then I'm the goat contender (Right)

Niggas swear that they hot

They just some coat pretenders (Woooop)

Ayo zip up, it's finna get cold outside

Only for y'all though

All my competition get ate

I make a octigon

Brew up my success with no brakes

I'm on my coffee grind

All my niggas killin these tracks

We the hommy mob

I keep my work on the low but get money

Man I got Tommy job

My current whip on some NASCAR shit

I'm in the fast lane

Barely missing like Kobe

During all of his mask games (Swish)

Thank you, nah thank you, thank you

Please, hold your applause

My shit hot

It's like my ink in the oven

You on the brink of destruction

Got em bout to sink into nothin

Don't even think of the subject

I'm bout to link wit the hustlas

Try not to blink there's repercussions

Ain't no fussing man they loving

How I'm coming no discussion

Never rushing always crush it

When I'm balling I'm a bucket

Be that nigga they can't fuck with

That's facts (All facts)

No cap, no for real (Nooo cap)

Claiming they sick

But they never gettin iller

Your arms is too short

To box with Godmilla

I got, all the right hooks

And left blows

Connect those, let's go

No flex zone

I be too foul on the track

I get a tech though

Ball harder than most of you niggas

I ain't even stretch though

For real? It's a lay up man (Damn)

Warm ups, three peat (Let's get it)