Big 3
Ima keep it honest with you
I remember when I ain't have no nickels
All these birches talking to me
That's not incidental
I just want to cop a new Porsche
Say this ain't a rental
I was in my mental
Could you blame me I was in pickle
I want to go on the shows and talk to jimmy kimmel
Ima jump on the old wave
And bring back the limo
All these niggas acting like bitches
Put them in the kennel
I'm just trying to stack all my paper
And give it to my kin folk
My nigga with the product up north
We smoking indo
My niggas childish how they playin with the sticks
They nintendo
12 tryna catch me slick where I live
I'm out the window
Her nigga outside I snuck in the crib
I'm out the window
We Caught em lackin right his crib
We kickin in doors
Got her in here dancing she naked
I made her swallow
I'm known to splash spot with these hoes
Call me Afflolo
I'm chunk baby I make these hoes sing
It's the Apollo
I done came up
Pockets on swole like I won the lotto
Never changed up
I'm down for my team like I'm from Chicago
We make the bangers
And gather the hoes and put them in Tahoes
Just for me to leave and toss them to chunky just like I'm rondo
I done came up, Poverty a hell of a thang
Switched my lane up, range truck designer my rings
We different my blood is different and it run through my vains
We blew the horn at ya bitch and now she riding the train
All you niggas do is talk
We not one in the same
Stay in your lane
Disrespect I'll dip in your dame
Fuck all the fame
I'm in my bag getting my change
I'll mix the vvs with the buggets just to flood out my chain
Better not be hitting my phone if you not tryna fuck
To you niggas I'm neosporin boy I be in the cut
Better not be hitting my phone if you ain't talking bucks
Yo bitch be playing our songs know you mad as fuck
If you diss the crew
Then here's what we'll do
Find where you stay
Then we pull up on you
If you show face
Then B shoot out the roof
If you think we did it would p
Show me the proof
You niggas lie when you go in the booth
My niggas slide hit the lick then regroup
On the south side with the wood in my right
There he go right there nigga cut off the lights
My bitch on the left so I swerve to the right
Could call Brent just to up it but niggas gon fight
Bitch I'm a dog y'all all bark and no bite
Bet yo girl know my name, ooo she think I'm so fine
And I think it's my time
Im just hitting his stride
And Aging like wine
Just getting better with time
And I Smoke the og just to clear up my mind
Mix that with the Henny and hoes
That's a hell of time
Here's what I'll do
When I pull up on you
You bring your friends
And I'll bring my crew
We sneak to the limo with my cup on full
Then she gave me some head with my head out the roof
Better not be hitting my phone if you not tryna fuck
To you niggas I'm neosporin boy I be in the cut
Better not be hitting my phone if you ain't talking bucks
Yo bitch be playing our songs know you mad as fuck
Call me a pirate man I need the loot
Or the Booty damn I think I'm taking that too
If she don't act right then she get the boot
And I feel no way cuz I get them all by the group
I got Twinnie twins twins
And the frenny friend friends
Trying to hop in the Benz
With they knees by my timbs
Smoking weed by the zip
Man I'm smooth peep the drip
I got no time for your lip
Me and my niggas hard
Man we straight from the six
I want rolleys and Cubans to touch on my wrist
I done came along way from me scrubbing a dish
I remember when I ain't have no nickels
All these birches talking to me
That's not incidental
I just want to cop a new Porsche
Say this ain't a rental
I was in my mental
Could you blame me I was in pickle
I want to go on the shows and talk to jimmy kimmel
Ima jump on the old wave
And bring back the limo
All these niggas acting like bitches
Put them in the kennel
I'm just trying to stack all my paper
And give it to my kin folk
My nigga with the product up north
We smoking indo
My niggas childish how they playin with the sticks
They nintendo
12 tryna catch me slick where I live
I'm out the window
Her nigga outside I snuck in the crib
I'm out the window
We Caught em lackin right his crib
We kickin in doors
Got her in here dancing she naked
I made her swallow
I'm known to splash spot with these hoes
Call me Afflolo
I'm chunk baby I make these hoes sing
It's the Apollo
I done came up
Pockets on swole like I won the lotto
Never changed up
I'm down for my team like I'm from Chicago
We make the bangers
And gather the hoes and put them in Tahoes
Just for me to leave and toss them to chunky just like I'm rondo
I done came up, Poverty a hell of a thang
Switched my lane up, range truck designer my rings
We different my blood is different and it run through my vains
We blew the horn at ya bitch and now she riding the train
All you niggas do is talk
We not one in the same
Stay in your lane
Disrespect I'll dip in your dame
Fuck all the fame
I'm in my bag getting my change
I'll mix the vvs with the buggets just to flood out my chain
Better not be hitting my phone if you not tryna fuck
To you niggas I'm neosporin boy I be in the cut
Better not be hitting my phone if you ain't talking bucks
Yo bitch be playing our songs know you mad as fuck
If you diss the crew
Then here's what we'll do
Find where you stay
Then we pull up on you
If you show face
Then B shoot out the roof
If you think we did it would p
Show me the proof
You niggas lie when you go in the booth
My niggas slide hit the lick then regroup
On the south side with the wood in my right
There he go right there nigga cut off the lights
My bitch on the left so I swerve to the right
Could call Brent just to up it but niggas gon fight
Bitch I'm a dog y'all all bark and no bite
Bet yo girl know my name, ooo she think I'm so fine
And I think it's my time
Im just hitting his stride
And Aging like wine
Just getting better with time
And I Smoke the og just to clear up my mind
Mix that with the Henny and hoes
That's a hell of time
Here's what I'll do
When I pull up on you
You bring your friends
And I'll bring my crew
We sneak to the limo with my cup on full
Then she gave me some head with my head out the roof
Better not be hitting my phone if you not tryna fuck
To you niggas I'm neosporin boy I be in the cut
Better not be hitting my phone if you ain't talking bucks
Yo bitch be playing our songs know you mad as fuck
Call me a pirate man I need the loot
Or the Booty damn I think I'm taking that too
If she don't act right then she get the boot
And I feel no way cuz I get them all by the group
I got Twinnie twins twins
And the frenny friend friends
Trying to hop in the Benz
With they knees by my timbs
Smoking weed by the zip
Man I'm smooth peep the drip
I got no time for your lip
Me and my niggas hard
Man we straight from the six
I want rolleys and Cubans to touch on my wrist
I done came along way from me scrubbing a dish
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Writer(s): Gahrul Reed
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