336 (Feat. Oxys*)

Lemme hit your 336
You can call my 919
We could do the real thing
None of that bullshit online

I just drove from the Boro all the way to the oak
I got two bottles and a bag of the smoke
I got my boys out in Durham who are coming to see
Got me feeling like a boss, got me feeling like Meechie
My boy in ATL said he feeling all peachy
Chocolate peanut butter whip, yeah I'm driving a Reese's, it's smooth
Like my baby bottom
She sucking on my dick just like a baby bottle, wake up
It's Boro in this bitch bitch
Just made it to the oak so we about to sip sip
Chapel Hill girls just here to see their state friends
And talk about their boyfriends and how much they hate them

Bull city boy i'm a taurus
The city know me, no tourist
Another clean slate, a bring a mean plate
To your five course meal, I came with good taste
And all that clean money only let you get fooled
I ain't ever needed me a fucking prep school
When I was walking to the club I learned to step too
Merengue, salsa, let's dip soon
Cause I'm brave like an A on a first base
And I can take to the second on my worst day
And Imma spit you this game if you thirsty
Let's have a first date on a Thursday
I can give it to you baby
For sure
Any way you need it baby
For sure
All you gotta do is ask
For more
I ain't playin games withchu
No more

Lemme hit your 336
You can call my 919
We could do the real thing
None of that bullshit online

Trill I'm finna rich today yeah let's go get a check
Can't stand no hoes that's not the code, ain't no S up on my chest
Every day I thank the lord, I wake up and I know I'm blessed
Still gonna smoke out all my demons, yeah I put them boys to rest
Got one blunt, two blunts on me n yeah that's gas up off of my chest
Got two hoes on me and they bad, got one to the right, one to the left
Can't trust no soul, can't let 'em know because I know what's coming next
Ns standing on their own, I put my feeling in this tag
I got these Dickies on my body, these are not Amiri's
Your hoe gon' still gonna let me fuck cause I got money clearly
I go four rounds with all your bitches like I won the series
Young Trill I just be living life while these boys making theories
I turn my anti up on these boys, so these ns hearing me
An no I do not toy no weapon so these ns fearing me
So if you try to cross the team, the fam gon' miss you dearly
I tore that bullet from my side for all these ns nearing me

Lemme hit your 336
You can call my 919
We could do the real thing
None of that bullshit online
Lemme hit your 336
You can call my 919
We could do the real thing
None of that bullshit online



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Writer(s): Bradley Carter
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