The 3

You tryin' to step up to the three, bring your ass to Tennessee
Shit's wild in the south, that's how these players came to be
The most hated least faded, can't you motherfuckers see?
When you're fuckin' with the Devilish it's rest in peace, you flee

Could give a fuck, I get buck, drink a beer, and smoke a blunt
I have no sense to care enough
I'm just doin' what I love
Twist the bud and bring the funk
I ain't worried 'bout a bitch
But if you step up to me punk
Then, I'ma show you what the biz

Kiss my motherfuckin' fist and bow down to this cryptic pimp
Now, you bitches got me pissed
So, I'ma break you off like this
Fuck your mother, kill your brother, stick my dick off in your sister
Cuming thick up in this bitch
Yeah, it's the clique of southern killers

You tryin' to step up to the three? Bring your ass to Tennessee
Bodies piled in the south, that's how these killers came to be
The most violent live in silence, can't you motherfuckers see?
We do this devil shit with pride, the Trio here to make you bleed

We're gettin' buck, show no love to these busters
If you got a fuckin' problem, come and solve it, knuckle up
Test my clique, it's homicide
Don't turn around, I'm spilling blood
This a southern sacrifice
Upon your head I ash the joint

Step into my evil mind, I'll get some pleasure from your pain
Got them demons in my soul, you can't deny that I'm insane
All this Anna got me clickin', think I'll pull up to your house
Hit the lights upon the bucket, toss the dynamite
I'm out motherfucker

Buckin' up, motherfucker, get buck
Buckin' up, motherfucker, get buck
Buckin' up, motherfucker, get buck
Buckin' up, motherfucker, get buck
Buckin' up, motherfucker, get buck
Buckin' up, motherfucker, get buck



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Writer(s): Ryan Taylor Campbell
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