3 Man Weave (feat. All Pape & Big Homie Tru)
Man, I been doin' all these motherfuckin' turnarounds, dawg
Goin' to the V, the D, the O
Finally get a break
This bitch come all the way up here with some fake-ass beans
Smitty
All these turnarounds got me dizzy
Politely toss that bag like a frisbee
Ask around the town, lil' bitch, we get busy
And a line a nigga up quick, give him a Timmy
Dog lookin' dumb as hell slid and Caught a Smitty
Big mouthin' like he With it, he ain't even from the city
Slime a nigga out if the situation's sticky
Double drums call it Mickey, double homies on the Nicki
R.I.P Nard and R.I.P to Lex
No cap, no apologies when we get back full press
Got our knee on niggas neck like Derrick
And he brought that little-ass chain he went to Jared
Your mans do everything you do like a parrot
FN call it Payton, but this Glock, that's Gary
Handful of real niggas, other niggas weird
We ain't worried, we prepared
Smoke his whole atmosphere
What up, big bro
What up Tell
All pape lil niggas
Let's fuckin' go
Ayy
Ayy
I up the 4-5 on some robbin' shit
Or I beat a nigga's ass on some boxer shit
Come through wet everything, need to mop this shit
I get set up vibes one more time, I'ma pop this bitch
Invest in Robin Hood, why it's low
Cause the stock gone hit
Told the fiend they can bring it back if the rock dont hit
Had to change my pants size bigger cause the Glock won't fit
Caldeon plug remind me of Storiakovich
Ayy
Boy, these bitches came from overseas, bitch
Sucked my dick for so long, she done broke her knees
My shooter automatic, lil' nigga, all he know is squeeze
This bitch pop ten perks a day, all she know is P's
I'm a shiesty ass nigga like I roll with Veeze
Have Tell Wipe a nigga nose soon as he sneeze
Rob your mans and I'm shootin' first soon as he breathe
Who
Wait
Moonwalkin' on the work and I can't even walk
Told the Wop to try this, now he can't even talk
Put his ass down the drain like TCLR
Or put a nigga in the blender like I'm hittin' the dog
I be in and out the way, don't know where I stay
Who me
I got a crib with a couple of states
Who me
I'm really eatin', got a couple of plates
Told pape, bring the cheese, the numbers is great
Took a L for it all, had to get in the groove
Lil baby wanna fuck but I ain't in the mood
50K for my kit, 2K for the shoes
Big ass, question mark, got them callin' me Who.
Goin' to the V, the D, the O
Finally get a break
This bitch come all the way up here with some fake-ass beans
Smitty
All these turnarounds got me dizzy
Politely toss that bag like a frisbee
Ask around the town, lil' bitch, we get busy
And a line a nigga up quick, give him a Timmy
Dog lookin' dumb as hell slid and Caught a Smitty
Big mouthin' like he With it, he ain't even from the city
Slime a nigga out if the situation's sticky
Double drums call it Mickey, double homies on the Nicki
R.I.P Nard and R.I.P to Lex
No cap, no apologies when we get back full press
Got our knee on niggas neck like Derrick
And he brought that little-ass chain he went to Jared
Your mans do everything you do like a parrot
FN call it Payton, but this Glock, that's Gary
Handful of real niggas, other niggas weird
We ain't worried, we prepared
Smoke his whole atmosphere
What up, big bro
What up Tell
All pape lil niggas
Let's fuckin' go
Ayy
Ayy
I up the 4-5 on some robbin' shit
Or I beat a nigga's ass on some boxer shit
Come through wet everything, need to mop this shit
I get set up vibes one more time, I'ma pop this bitch
Invest in Robin Hood, why it's low
Cause the stock gone hit
Told the fiend they can bring it back if the rock dont hit
Had to change my pants size bigger cause the Glock won't fit
Caldeon plug remind me of Storiakovich
Ayy
Boy, these bitches came from overseas, bitch
Sucked my dick for so long, she done broke her knees
My shooter automatic, lil' nigga, all he know is squeeze
This bitch pop ten perks a day, all she know is P's
I'm a shiesty ass nigga like I roll with Veeze
Have Tell Wipe a nigga nose soon as he sneeze
Rob your mans and I'm shootin' first soon as he breathe
Who
Wait
Moonwalkin' on the work and I can't even walk
Told the Wop to try this, now he can't even talk
Put his ass down the drain like TCLR
Or put a nigga in the blender like I'm hittin' the dog
I be in and out the way, don't know where I stay
Who me
I got a crib with a couple of states
Who me
I'm really eatin', got a couple of plates
Told pape, bring the cheese, the numbers is great
Took a L for it all, had to get in the groove
Lil baby wanna fuck but I ain't in the mood
50K for my kit, 2K for the shoes
Big ass, question mark, got them callin' me Who.
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Writer(s): Martel Harris
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