Tr3y Flow

Uh, yeah, ay, ay, From Third

Ay, ay, ay, ay

They want me to fail, but fuck that, Knew I would be great since a rugrat

Pressure make diamonds and life getting compact, but that won't slow up the comeback

I'm on my shit now, really, I get you hit and it won't be

a love tap

Think it's gon' miss, then you silly

But if it do, we rerun that

Get sent to the sky where the sun sit, pull my dick out and put that where her tongue at

Her cherry get popped like a Sunkist , I stayed on the Tr3y on some lunch shit